I didn’t have a clue what she meant and this very soon dawned on her.“Don’t you ever ermmmm . . . play with yourself?” she said struggling to ...ind the right words.By now she had put the bedside lamp on and could see my embarrassed but totally blank look, after a few more pertinent questions she began to realise that my parents nor anybody else had never told me the “facts of life” as it was called then. “I think there’s a few things you need to know and I guess its going to have to be me to. His little girl was taking yet another step away from him, taking a big stride towards becoming a woman in her own right, and he would have liked to cherish the remaining time with her. It seemed only yesterday that he had first held her in his arms, a tiny baby, her eyes surprisingly alert, her grip surprisingly strong, and had decided with Eleanor that her private name, their little daughter's private name which only the most trusted and intimate would know, should be Catheryne; but then,. I woke up and as I opened my eyes... I was tied to a chair. When I woke up, there was Devonna in her own form. She said "hey ... finally you are back to your senses I hope".I asked " who are you... or what are you?" . She replied "you cant seem to keep yourself out of trouble... Y do you have to keep following me?. I really tried to keep cutting you off , but you don't seem as the kind to give up. Anyways to answer your question ... I am Devonna and I am the grand daughter of your neighbor.. “At least being very pregnant, her boobs were larger than they usually are, and so ... I got to play with them in a nice way.”“Oh, really? You know that’s the main reason why I wish my titties were larger. I mean, like Georgina’s or Merry’s, they are a really good size. I would love you to fuck my tits, and come between them. So, tell me all about the weekend.”I told her everything I could remember about the weekend, the train journey down to Canberra, being met by Cathy, our various.