Idecided to talk to her father first, and spoke to him in our bedroomafter we retired."Phineas, do you know a Mrs. Thimble?" I asked.He frowned. "Don'... recall the name." You might have known her as Miss Thimble." Who is this Miss or Mrs. Thimble?" Fifteen years ago, she was my mother's dressmaker."He didn't reply."She got herself in trouble, had to leave us and ended up inSomerville." Oh," he said. "I dimly recall a dressmaker who got herself introuble, as you say." Do you know who got her in. "I bid her farewell, running to my car and leaping inside. I pulled therearview mirror so I could see myself. I pressed my fingers against myface, giggling like a schoolgirl. I was a fucking knock-out. I lookeddown at my chest, grabbing it and squeezing, fondling and shaking themin my grip. The sensation was alien and strange, but felt so right. Forthe first time in forever I felt comfortable in my own skin.Still clutching my chest I looked out my driver side window to see aman about my age. It was verysimilar in that they moved their hands around the same way when theytalked, but teenage girls are much more giggly than older women. Ididn't want to be giggly. I also didn't want to wear the kinds ofjeans and tops they wore. Their clothes were trendy and I supposethere's nothing wrong with that, but the older women I knew wouldn't becaught dead wearing such things. I hoped my mom would buy me a nicewool skirt and a sweater top or maybe even a pant suit.********My coach yelled at. You can feel her swallow it and resume sucking.You take a make a moment and capture this. This beautiful young woman is on her knees in front of you, sucking the sweet cream from your left tit. You run your hand through her beautiful hair, and instinctively pull her head in closer to encourage her. After a couple of minutes you and I realize this is not the position you are usually in when you feed me, so you suggest that the two of you move to the bedroom. Luna releases your nipple, with a.