I. bride who came to the U.S. with her husband after WW II.A few lines about me. The year before, I took pictures for the yearbook of the small Cathol...c high school I attended. One day at a basketball game the sports editor of the local daily buttonholed me. He offered me $10.00 to take pictures at the district playoffs. Other piecework followed and eventually a job. So I became a cub reporter and photographer making the munificent sum of $1.00 per hour.A young Queen Elizabeth visited Canada. .. My mouth opened to you, rejoicing at your taste, the feel of your tongue sliding into me, seeking all the most sensitive places there. My hands roamed slowly over my silk covered skin... gently tracing the soft curve of my shoulders, the contour of the muscles in my upper arms... down my sides... my hands were the instrument, but it was your touch that I felt.When your hands found my breasts I whimpered with relief at the sensation of your warm hands finding my tender flesh and hard little. Eleanor had of course heard one side of Reg's conversation with Will and was agog. Reg told her. There was a pause while she looked at him."Oh, Reg! You've done it again, my darling. Well done!"Her eyes sparkled. "If Ray wasn't so strict about unseemly behaviour at the workplace I'd give you a kiss but I'm going to have to store it up for later." She chuckled. "By which time it may have built up a head of steam or it may have fizzled out." Not worried. There'll be so much more to kiss me for by. I pressed up against his chest in embarrassment trying to hide my breasts.Dirk's hands slid up and own my back. "Your skin is so soft," he said as he kissed my neck and shoulders.He gently pushed me away from him so that he could look at my breasts and then he leaned forward and kissed them tenderly. My heart was racing and I sighed heavily. I knew that I should stop this right now but I could not or would not. After all I had fantasized about this happening and now my questions would be.