She had what I used to call shelving cleavage. In other words when she was dressed for work her breasts fit close together and the top of her breasts ...ere almost a shelf. I often had thoughts that one could stick a business card in her cleavage and it would stand straight up. I also noticed the top of her breasts, where they were exposed were very soft looking and sort of jiggled as she moved around, even though the rest of her breasts were held firm in her bra. Her rear end, while certainly. “You’re still the most beautiful woman in the world, you were always the woman of my dreams, woman of my desire. And believe me mom, these…” He sensuously caressed my flashy tummy and plump thighs and pointed toward my reflection in the mirror. “Has made you even more desirable.” He kissed me on my shoulder. I was flattered. His remarks made my face to lit up; I smiled and returned his kiss. “Mama is happy son, mama is very happy.” I said.I turned toward my son and we kissed, in a very. Until that day comes when the stories of their service can finally come to light, we can only offer an ignorant, yet heartfelt thanks, for their unknown sacrifices that have undoubtedly contributed to our safety and well being in ways that we can yet only dream of.Senior Chief, Victoria! And thanks for reaching out to me while I was writing this. I have never felt so honored.Thanks to so many of you who have offered your support and encouragement as I’ve dipped my toe into the world of fiction. I was forced to run on the side of the road, due to pedestrians taking up most of the pavement. I was almost there. I forced myself to go faster. Once I reached the stairs ascending to the palace, I leapt, taking two steps at a time, until I was at the top.I leaned on the pillar, next to the stairs. I buried my forehead onto my arm, exhaling deep, striving to catch my breath. A pat on my shoulder than an unfamiliar male voice said, “Getting ready for the London Marathon, mate.” The group of.