My roommate is a young man named Jeffrey O’Braonain. He’s a six-foot-four, lean and athletic, good-looking Irishman with short red hair and pale g...een eyes. We totally clicked. I didn’t think we would, since we came from radically different backgrounds, but we did. Jeff was a really nice guy. Like me, he was Roman Catholic by birth. He came from the city of Boston, in Massachusetts. He used to play football for Boston College High School, an all-male private school. Now, he’s a running back on. Abraham Lincoln, the Civil War, and the Wright Brothers were mentioned. I kissed her lips, I kissed her breasts, and then I kissed her virgin pussy. We discussed what a wonderful thing our love was and we discussed the gifts that we were giving each other. It was a one time gift and one that could never be given again. We were giving up something dear to us and we were willing to do that for the other.As I knelt there between my lovers legs positioned at the entrance to heaven I asked her one. . for something."Got it," she said as she handed me a penny."I was just thinking that the women in our part of family are short because Pharaoh cursed us ... the Wanzor women."She looked at me like I'd discovered the moon really was made out of green cheese. "God, Too, you might be right, stature, or the lack of it anyway, is recessive. David is tall, Charles and CharlesB are tall, Vera was tall for the times. Maryanne is tall, Grace is tall ... all the nephews and nieces are tall. The Bleekers. Marian has a spectacular figure with breasts that fill out largely, topped with large, pale areolas that instantly grab attention. He should know because they have his immediately. Looking down, Marian inspects them and tweaks her nipples before presses her breasts together to form a deep cleavage. She almost seems distracted by them.“Hey, I want to play too,” the man on the bed says, at least that is what Alan pretends he says.Smiling down at the guy, Marian brings a leg up onto the footboard.