For James and me, it was almost perfect. The previous owners must have been at least our height or even a little taller. The room looked like a storag... room. The furniture and other strange items were stacked up as if they had been dropped off here, while more was being collected. I also found a side entrance, and it led to what I would call a lounge room. Off this room were a large bedroom, a form of bathing room and a combined kitchen dining room. I walked back into the lounge room. I came. My father was one of the smartest people around, CEO of one of the biggest glass producing companies around and a person loved within the company. On the outside, Jerry Fitz was a great man, he made all his workers feel welcome at work, honored in all of the company meetings, but there were things that people did not understand about my father. He was a troubled man, I never got a grasp of what was inside of his head. He kept to himself, went to work, came home late, and would not care of my. ”“I love you, Andie. I love your body and I love your breasts. When I nurse them, I’m not doing it for me, although I do love feeling the texture of your nipple against my tongue. I do it for you. I can feel how my nursing contributes to your arousal. That’s what’s sexy to me. It’s an essential component of our foreplay -- usually the last thing before I move down to stimulate your clit and bring you to orgasm. If we were to eliminate that from our foreplay, we’d both find something. When you were a teen, you never seemed to "man up" like the other boys did, and your face was more noticeable for your fuller lips, softly fluted nose, and thick eyelashes than a strong jaw. Your shoulders stayed narrow and your hips, well, they didn't. It seemed like everything you ate went straight to your ass, and though you tried dieting, it didn't do enough - the wiggle stayed in your walk, and the men by the door sure noticed. As always, they'd laugh at you, but you'd move on - it's.