Well actually Robert Harlan Rothman, that was my birth name, but Bobbie was my name to my family. The doctors were amazed that I grew up so well. At s...venteen I was 6'-2, 190 lbs and had already taken two college courses and graduated first in my class of 215 students. I hated the speech I had to make. I searched the internet for valedictorian speeches and cobbled several together and said my piece.The first of June found me in Odessa, Texas trying to figure out which service would let me see. This was NOT sexual. I thought to myself that it will be enjoyable for me and my son who might get home from work while she was there. He did and went to his room, I’m sure to beat off.I tried to be discreet in my peeks at her body but when she came into my office and stood near my desk it was impossible not to stare. She seemed amused and made sure I got some real good looks several time each visit.The first day of the third week she came to my office and pulled my chair back from my desk.. I watched as inch after inch disappeared, till she began to choke, I chuckled a bit before letting her up, then after she had regained a little composure I plunged it past those brilliant white pearls crushing her lips with its large mushroom head. She was quite adept at the task, and once her mouth had become acclimatized to the size she began to work it with fervor, running her tongue around and around the head she nipped and nibbled then she pursed her lips sucking strongly on the head. It is my arm around her as we look down at the children sleeping in their beds. Love is watching her when she doesn’t know that I am there. It is waking up early and kissing her until she wakens. My thoughts of her as I work and dream of what is yet to be in our life is certainly love. I can probably encompass it all simply by saying ‘she is love.’ But, I get away from my story. We were making love? Or making lust? The children were with her sister, as they usually were on Saturday morning..