Susanne and I almost always end up celebrating four days in a row, which start with Hubert's, Robert's big bro.Susanne looks lovely, an innocent ingen...e, in the Summer of her international debut with us, French Alps '87.Susanne sports long black hairs with a natural wave, a sweet smile, never any bra. Why bother with AA-cup?Susanne simply dresses in a blouse, short skirt and flats. A natural beauty, who never was into any make-up.Susanne seems overwhelmed by all attention of flirting French. I wanted to be just like her, she was so competent and,pretty. It just seemed that she was the wisest person in the wholeworld, to me, and, she was greatly respected by the men in the house.I grew up thinking that the womanly role in a home was the most valuedrole in life, and I just wanted to do every thing that I could, to bejust like her.She continued having me rub that special cream into my chest area,every night, for as long as I was at home. The result was, I had verysmall genital. She moved, twisting her body so that she was on all fours, crawling towards the edge of the innermost circle, prowling like a cat, lowering her head some as she looked up at him with lustful eyes, her position allowing Leo to see down the curve of her arched back to her the fullness of her bared rear, tail swinging, her soft breasts pressed into the wood beneath her.“Well you already know my name, but call me Vas, please…” she spoke, her voice honied and inviting. He swallowed some and didn’t. "I got your good suit cleaned for the wake," said Maggie as I stared into Felice's old bedroom, now a home office.Damn! And Mrs. Hendricks was still dead, too early in life because of changes I'd made. There was no direct causality, but she was alive before I started time-influenced cherry busting, and now she wasn't. "Thanks."Maggie wanted another frolic in bed but my heart wasn't in it. No Mrs. Hendricks and no Felice? My pleasure had a huge price to pay, something I didn't want Maggie.