Do I regret any of it? Sometimes, but I am reminded of one thing. Amy. We would have never met if my life were different. I would never be this happy ...s I am with Amy or our children. There are times I wish we could all be together all of the time, but we all have our jobs to do. My work maybe hard, but everyday I do achieve something good and selfishly I love it. The world still loves me and I get thank you cards and fan mail everyday. I have many staff that took 6 months to open all my mail. Her breasts appeared to be what I would call hand sized. Just right for cupping and squeezing. She was thin, but not too thin. The bottom line was that I thought she was sexy. Except she also could be a real bitch. She and I just did not seem able to get along. I couldn't do anything right it seemed and from my perspective she tended to be overly nit-picky. Probably your typical boss and employee relationship in that regard.Now back to my grandfather. He lived about 600 miles north of us. He. " You have my word." Lori has ... issues with men." I'm beginning to see that," he replied."When she was fifteen she was in her high school orchestra -- first violin as a freshman, Les. That seat usually is reserved for upperclassmen." It's not a surprise -- she is a music major." After a concert she went to a party at the home of one of her classmates. Someone had smuggled in some alcohol -- wine coolers. She drank a few and became drunk. A couple of the guys took advantage of her and she was. Marion wanted him to shoot his cum onto her naked body, to feel that steaming horse jizz soak her tits and belly. She cupped both hands around his prickshaft, just behind the crown. Staring at the cleft tip of his cockhead, she began to pump up and down, her hands moving a foot back down the thick stalk. As she dragged back, his cockhead flared out end the cleft parted, and as she pulled back up, the foreskin curled up in a ledge over the triangular knob.Marion's lips were parted.She was.