The dreams of my past, both good and bad.With a yawn and a final stretch, I got up and started my morning routine. I’d never been one to wake up ful...y in the morning until after exercises and a shower, so I was pretty much on auto pilot during my morning Tai Chi. When I’d finished, I walked to the closet that passed for a bathroom in an RV.I was sixty-six years old, but between my blonde hair and Welsh Cherokee heritage, I had never had to shave more than every other day, even when I was in the. The painting was done in camouflage paints, but it was such a success that everyone wanted to photograph it. The theatre was a popular venue for the Army Entertainment Unit shows.Another form of our self-entertainment owed itself to another facet of Kanga’s make-up. Besides his artwork and the photography, he was of an inventive frame of mind, and when he happened across the shattered remains of a banjo, he went about the task of rebuilding it, and when his ingenuity brought the job to. "Is there something wrong with your programming? I didn't, you know, jar something lose awhile ago when I..." No! I'm... I'm..." Leia bowed her head, shaking it in shame. "I can't lie to you Jacen." Huh? What are you talking about Ellie?" asked the confused teenage boy.Leia slowly looked up at him with sorrowful eyes.She then proceeded to remove the gold tiara that held her hair in place, loosening the braided ponytail until her long mane flowed loosely down her bare back and over her. It wasn’t too thick – I could still see her slit through it, but there was enough hair for me to realize that this was a WOMAN in front of me. I threw her pants and undies on the floor and spread her legs. Her lips parted and revealed a hot pink opening with a beautiful, engorged clit sitting right at the top. Her pussy was already glistening with wetness as I dove into her muff. The taste was different than I expected. It was very sweet. It was like she had taken care to clean it before.