. pointless, to me anyway. Mind, she could have just been chatting to someone on line and got carried away, isn't that what those paedophiles do to th... kids, chat them up and then get them to send mucky pictures?" Except for those pictures in that restaurant!" Except for those yes, they sort of put the kybosh on the idea that Vivian just got carried away one day, don't they. But then again Vivian might well have been buggering about with an old girlfriend from school or something, what has. My breasts are a very sensitive part of my body and my nipples especially so. I moaned once more and slid my hand down his shorts. I knew I wanted to fuck.I pulled his face to mine and his tongue went deeply into my mouth while his strong black hands roamed my body. He unbuttoned the last few buttons on my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders. He reached behind and unhooked my top and pulled it free of my tits. His once gentle touches now turned into a mauling of my tits as my moans came. .. so maybe there is something to it.I also wrote some editorials on current events... places I had been to and had kept up to date with events. I would do the sporadic travel article just for fun. All in all I enjoyed it and it allowed us to set some money aside and feel comfortable.Clara had been a pediatric surgical nurse, but when I quit being a journalist she quit. She hated seeing the pain and suffering of the little ones each day. She did continue to do some volunteer work, but mostly. Both children had the same mother, Kylie’s was Kathleen Evans nee Drinkwater, mine was Ruby Evans, nee – Evans. My mother was living in Manchester at the time Kylie was born in Shrewsbury.Then it hit me. Helen’s card the previous week was sent for the sixteenth! We had celebrated my birthday together the previous year, but on the sixth, but she’d obviously forgotten the date, and used the David J birthday!Case proved. Helen and I were not siblings. I went downstairs. Again most of the folk were.