And when the Major wanted his, later, he didn't begrudge me mine and we had a wonderful time and I knew that I'd need to do it all again -- regularly....The Major was ALMOST right. I wasn't a luxury car -- I was a truck! Actually, I was an SUV -- I was the Cadillac Escalade, the Lincoln Navigator of sluts! My big fat jugs and my porky ass and my thick hips were there so I could take hard fucking from big, hard men and come back for more. I was tough to damage and capable of taking a beating, but. S. Senator while Laura is our representative in Congress. They maintain a condo in Washington though their house here is their real home. Frankie says they only breathe freely when they are here. They feel that they are accomplishing something though they often get frustrated. There is talk about him running for President. He told me last Christmas that, if he does, Laura would be his Vice Presidential running mate. That should really rattle Washington. They are in their late forties but look. I could only whimper with the trill, as this delicatefabric came lightly around my throbbing clitty. Slowly it began strokingalong the length of my hot pulsating shaft; I could feel my skin slidingback and forth. In turn I was feeling the ends flittering gently betweenmy thighs. Oh my God!! That felt so divine, holding Cuddles in one arm,caressing so softly over my nighty covered upper body with the fingersof the other. I was in sissy heaven again, my fingertips tweaking bothof my still erect. She moved us from Scotland to America when I was very young. As a matter of fact, I have a hard time to this day, remembering anything of Scotland.My mother is very good with accents. She must have corrected mine, early, as well as hers. By the time I was going to school, I had no trace of an accent. Hers disappeared, too. I just thought this was something that was normal. Well, they are a child's memories ... what can you say?Several times during my childhood, something happened that would.