Kind of like the Lone Ranger." That's appropriate."I gave her my best mildly puzzled look. "Well, it is a silver ring."We both chuckled at that and Ja...e joined in, though I doubt he really gotthe joke. Two year old boys have a lot of energy but little stamina, so he fadedout before ten. As we were putting him to bed, Paula looked around theroom. Her eyes went to the extra bed."Must be kind of lonely, being an only child."I put my arms around her from behind and drew her to me."Empty bed here,. " Like nine months of carrying Matty and fourteen hours of labor," I continued."Fourteen hours, thirty-seven minutes and fifty-two seconds ... but then who's counting?" Janice laughed.Just then the front door slammed open and two screaming little girls came running in. "GRANMA WE'RE HERE ... ANNIE JAN ... UNCLE SILLY ... WE'RE HERE."Then we heard my father-in-law, "Look what I found while I was walking Matty. They followed me home. Can I keep them?" NO WE DON'T WANT THEM ... SEND THEM BACK TO. Like I said before, my ass smell fetish ties directly into my panty fetish, and every since the first time I smelt panties, I fell in love with the smell of butt! If you've read my first chapter of "My Fetish For Panties" then you'll know my first smell of ass was my friends sister. After that, I would try and sniff any girls bum anyway I could! I remember going on a long trip with my parents and cousin. My cousin was a year younger then me and we both sat in the back the whole trip. I remember. It was magic…at least for the first few years. Nothing really bad happened between us, we just got used to each other. Her work, my work…life took over and desire quietly slipped out the back door. Being a corporate lawyer did have one draw back for her, she traveled a lot and it left me with a lot of time to myself, a lot of time to think and to reflect. After ten years of marriage, I realized I was not the man I used to be. I missed myself, frustrated at what I had become and sorry that I had.