"My father left my mother when I was a babe in arms. She worked at the most menial tasks to keep us alive, finally selling herself on the streets—-t...at is where love took her."Amy face was white with suppressed anger, and her eyes were a flinty blue."My mother died when I was ten years old. I swore on her grave, a pauper's grave, that I would marry only for a position in life, and not for that fickle fleeting feeling called love."To say I was bewildered would be a great understatement. I am a. She led my member into her pussy and I placed my hands on her boobs. She loved me pressing the breasts hard, so she leaned forward putting the weight of her torso against my hands. This way we could make love and she could feel the pressure on her breasts. After I climaxed she put her nipple into my mouth and we continued by sucking and kneading until she climaxed, too.Molly’s orgasms were intense. Although they were caused by manipulation with her breasts, she squirted every time. I checked. Cold rain drips from every part of you. The spark bursts to life, your beautiful face the fuel on the fire of my passion. Words escape me, as my tears flow. Your compassion and understanding of my longing draws you to me. An embrace I never thought would happen again. Your loving arms have returned. As I look into your eyes, as pained as mine by our time apart, everything I longed to say to you is understood. As our lips touch, the fires inside me explode. Our sunlight fills up the room, the. That was when I really decided to get Melissa abirth certificate, one that listed me as her mother. With my parentsalong with me, the four of us visited my lawyer, and set things inmotion, starting with getting my own birth certificate changed tofemale. Then I would have to risk exposing myself by going to court tolegally adopt Melissa. She was almost two by then, and the time wascoming when I might want to put her in preschool.My birth certificate was easy enough, and once it was registered,.