.. Jesus, where do you get this stuff?" From Roy -- my brother Roy, not my Dad. When we were both still in school, years ago. He had this dinky little...jock strap he wore. I saw it when I was helping my mother with the laundry. I asked what it was for and she explained it pretty explicitly. But all I could think of was, it looked like a wren's nest, y'know? I mean, I wasn't very developed, yet, but I don't think I could have gotten one of my breasts in that little pouch, there." Well -- your. I know that I took a lot of the blame. I knew most of the fault was mine.At the time I was able to see I was distancing myself. Running away.It would be another 15 years until I found most of the basis for this.My sister took me out to dinner for my 53rd birthday.We made plans to go out for her 49th in April.We're still trying to get that into our schedule. Hopefully this Monday :)We hope to try out that new Brazilian steak house. Sounds yummy.Sorry, I couldn't resist popping in some humor. I. Rose had a lovely shawl of delicate Irish lace made by her Ma to give to Kathleen by way of showing thanks for helping Rose land a position with the Bordunes. Rose guarded it carefully, keeping it close to her at all times. It did not matter. On her second day in Mrs. Fitzpatrick’s, she awoke to find the shawl gone. Asking the other women where it went got her a wall of sullen stares. Every day that passed, Rose asked if a letter came from Kathleen. With growing desperation, she watched what. A..A. A.A.A.A …… .I put my hand in her panties…..Mahn she was wet…..Fucking wet……..I slid her panties down ……. Ooolalala ….. What a sight…..She had very few golden brown hairs covering her mound….We were now fully naked….. She was lost in other world mourning…..I went down to her legs and smelt her pussy ……it had an amazing aroma….I touched my tongue to her pussy and she jumped in pleasure….I started sucking her sweet pussy and she was moaning loudly….I had lost all my senses and was sucking.