That was his first sign that he was getting aroused. They were big nipples - compared to what he had before. And they were full of feeling, desperate ...o be squeezed and pulled. And sucked. Oh my God, he thought, I would love someone to suck my tits.He ran his hands down his body. There was only one place this was going. He was about to find out what his pussy felt like. But, again, everything had changed - he didn’t want to go there straight away. Sexy was a whole body thing, not just a genital. My street address was the same, but in a different town. Names of people my parents or sisters mentioned were the same as I remembered from 1952—what few I actually remembered. It’s funny how after sixty-six years, how many of my ‘old friends’ I’d forgotten as I moved away from the homelands after college. Occasionally, a name would ring a bell, but trying to put a face to it was difficult. And I had no idea what to do about it.“Bruce Sandusky asked about you,” Mom said when she came in to. ‘Like this, baby?’ ‘Oh, yeah,’ she replied. ‘I think . . . I can go for a little longer at this rate,’ he offered. ‘Yeah . . .’ she huffed, ‘try it . . . see how long . . . ’cause it feels terrific.’ ‘Whew!’ he panted, showing the exertion was wearing him down. ‘Clamp those legs around me . . .’ Seconds later, he apologized, and said, ‘Gotta slow down a bit . . . sorry, baby.’ ‘No problem, sweetie. We’re working off those excess calories, ain’t we?’ ‘You bet . . . ugh! . . . we are.’ Milo’s. ”“My name is Kirsten, and I think I love you...” she blurted out , and then laughed. Across the table, she could see the two young girls still staring.“Nice to meet you Kirsten. You can call me Fay. Kirsten. Hmmm... Did you know that name is of Scandanavian origin, meaning Follower Of Christ?”“Umm... no. I mean... I was named after my great-grandma, it was her name, she was Scottish. And, uh, my family is not really super-religious. I mean, I don’t have a lot of faith in organized.