"Every once in a while I regret having to carry them around. But then I look at myself in the mirror and come to my senses. They kept me working for...a number of years, and also opened quite a few doors to me in other walks of life too." "But were not here to philosophize or reminisce today, Jordan," said Clyda. "You've earned a treat for surviving a day with Ebony, and I'm the girl to give it to you. Stand up and let me get a good look at you Jordan."Jordan stood up and moved a couple of. Then, it started, the heavenly rocking slowly up and down. "Oh, Mom, oh, that feels so good." "Mmm, yes, oh, yes, my own son, oh, it does feel so good. You feel bigger than I had imagined, Mark, oh, very nice, yes," she said softly. She leaned forward over me as I raised my head to take a nipple in my mouth. What else could I ever want out of life? "Bite my nipple, son, go ahead," and I nibbled on it when she said again, "No, I mean bite it, go ahead," so I did bite it not knowing if it was too. Aunt Jean had always been my favorite. She always seemed bubbly and happy. I had a crush on her for the longest time. She was only five feet tall, very dark brown hair that she always kept midway down her back but recently cut it to shoulder length. Though petite, she sported a nice figure on the order of a 35C-24-35 and might have weighed all of 100 pounds soaking wet. That was my memory of her when I was much younger. The few times I had visited, she always looked great and we always had fun. I put my arms around your shoulders and pull you into a close embrace. Immediately I worry that I have pushed the bounds of acceptable behaviour, but you seem to snuggle in closer, so I hold onto you as I breathe in the fragrance of your subtle perfume.We sit there for many long moments, none of us saying a word, both of us comfortably enjoying the peace and mutual trust of the moment.You close your eyes and allow your full weight to relax back against me, your head resting on my shoulder, you.