(Charlie would sometimes come in as well and try to lift the weights just like his old man. He wasn’t very successful, but it made me laugh regardle...s.) Sometimes she walked while feeding the girls. I found that interesting but not arousing. That’s not one of my particular kinks. She claimed that she was going to wean them onto bottles after a few weeks anyway, which was fine by me. I could hold out on any urges I had - and I was certainly feeling some urges - until she was all healed up and no. And it certainly wasn't free love. Mine wasn't free. And I certainly didn't see anybody my age, or any other age, for that matter, that I was going to let do me just so they'd hang around me.Music. Ah, music. I had good teachers. Dad paid well. And with good teachers and the desire to succeed and I guess, some natural talent, I was first violin of the school orchestra. That wasn't that big a deal because the orchestra was small. But my teacher made some phone calls and I got a chance to play. And when strong arms go around your body, pulling you even closer against the unseen presence, you find yourself relaxing, and thinking, “How good it is, to be held during the night…..” How long? Eyes still closed, you drift in and out of a half-sleep. You stir again and sigh softly when hands creep up to find and cup your breasts. You flex your shoulders, as if to offer more of yourself to the caressing hands, and you feel your nipples involuntarily tauten…. Deep slumber returns, a welcome. I immidiately contacted her with a "wow you are lovely" and left her a message so as to warrant a reply. After about week she replied with her giggles, which I'd become very familiar with over the course of time. I protested for her number but she kept saying to communicate on toowo, which I agreed reluctantly because I didn't want to upset her ans loose her. I kept my patience and worked on her. We kept communicating via toowo for up to about a year before she finally decided to give me her.