I imagine that you know I want to see you, to understand this part of your gift to me. Your breasts are full, your delicate nipples hard. I feel an ac...e to kiss your skin, but I stand and move to the far side of your bed. I gesture with my head and say, “Come here. Stand in front of me and face the mirror.” You walk to me, and I put my hands on your hips. I look over your shoulder, catching your eyes in the mirror. I put my mouth near your ear and tell you, “Cross your wrists behind you, pet.”. She seemed fascinated with it. She stroked it. She held my balls in her hand and tugged. I asked her if she ever did this to anyone before. She said, ‘Once, while in a movie with Tom.’ Her on again, off again boyfriend. She told me mine was bigger. She saw some cum between my cock and balls. She leaned in and inhaled. She buried her face in my crotch and licked me clean. She looked back at me and smiled. She asked if I wanted to taste it. I told her I already did when Mom sat on my face. My. It made me remember my own baby who was buried somewhere in the infant field at Greenhill. At the bottom of the page was space where the single initial “d.” indicated where I was to place his death information. The next page started with my name at the top and my birth date. I wrote the date and place of Dad’s death, but it seemed that there was a lot of space left and I wondered what I was supposed to write there.I turned back a page to see if my Grandmother’s entry was there. It was. Mildred. My father and “his wife” live a few miles down the road from me and I see them often.It was a few year back that I started having these feelings. We were invited to one of her family reunions and my wife and I showed up only as moral support for my father. We entered the house and said hello to everyone and I slid back into a corner while my wife went about her way chatting to everyone. I was standing there when Florence came up to me and very much out of charter gave me a big hug and a kiss on.