. big," she commented."Yes," he agreed, without admitting how many people had turned it down for that reason."I wonder if it would fit," she mused."Wo...ld you like to know the measurements?" Brian asked, considering how much of a discount he should offer to make a sale."I'm no good with measurements. Would you drop by my house and see if it will fit?"Brian took her name, Doris Kelley, her phone number, and address, promising to call to make arrangements to drop by her house to see if she had a. Together in each other’s arms they talked of their quite entirely different lives until the sun began to rise the next morning. She told of her simple life as a sea-shepherdess, minding her schools of fish as a herder on land would his sheep. A simple quiet existence far from strife or adventure, usually. He in turn told her of his craft, creating clothing and spoke in near despair of his dilemma, to appease the local Baron and create for him this impossible garment, else his very life might. So, she came to the living room and started watching her serial. Again she asked out of nowhere and this time curiously, “How does one do masturbation?”And I looked at her. Her eyes showed that she needed a dick which can satisfy her more than just a few minutes. There was too much dissatisfaction in her. My mom was so innocent but still, I wanted my dick in her vagina.I started explaining to her, “Man and woman have different organs so they do differently.”She asked, “How differently?”“Man. I’m looking forward to seeing him this Christmas. I am so excited. I haven’t seen him since he moved to North Carolina to be with the rest of his family. He’s been down there for 5 years…after the 4 th year he stopped begging me to move down there. I remember the night before he left when he was crazy drunk and he was begging me to leave the next morning with him. He wanted me to drop everything and move to North Carolina with him. I probably would’ve done it too. Until, common sense hit me..