She is semi-retired and I see her several times a month at our mom’s. We are cordial. My kids are grown and out of the house. She is a generous and ...oting aunt.When my job transfers me nearer to her more exclusive part of town, she invites me over for dinner when my wife is traveling for her work one week. I agree and show up at 530 on an autumn evening. Maria, her housekeeper has already left, but has prepared a nice dinner for us. She hands me a Jack Daniels and water and pours herself a. Every few minutes, she'd start REM dreaming, and often would thrash about in obvious distress. I tried to calm her without waking her when that happened. I had no idea what time it was, or how long we'd been in Moira's room.Once she'd stabilized, Gary and I had carried Saralinda upstairs to Moira's bed. Moira'd walked behind us, on the phone with Dr. Anna in Hawaii. The whole way there, I'd listened to Moira say such illuminating things as "Uh huh," and "Yes, of course," and "Okay." My eyes,. She parted her legs for Liz as her friend moved closer, and Tony could see a thin stripe of dark hair furring her mound, spreading slightly at the top. Her clit was large and dark, protruding prominently out between the top of her labia. “Mmm, I’m going to like my part of the dare.” Liz murmured, running her hands down the inside of Kim’s thighs. “I’ve always known that I was going to get to do this someday.” “That’s because you ARE a lezzy dyke.” Kim laughed, laying back and opening her. ”“And I’m so glad I met you, Natalie Heath.”“What’s your middle name?” she asked.“Mark. What’s yours?”“Bridget.”August 5, 1997, en route from Saint Petersburg, Russia to Chicago, IllinoisAs I wrote in my journal, with Natalie sitting next to me, just across the aisle from her parents, I contemplated everything about the trip that was now nearing its end. The revelation of Natalie’s middle name had been like a thunderclap, calling back to mind the thoughts about Birgit Andersson I’d had as I’d.