I washed the whole thing in soap and water and dried it carefully to get all traces of the acetone off. Now came the tricky part. I got out the box of... bullets for the Liberator, extracted one, took out my superglue and applied just a drop to the bullet's casing, like the directions said. Then I pressed the casing firmly onto the fob base and held it there for a full minute, longer than the glue manufacturer said was needed. But I wanted a really firm bond.And I had one. I tested it by taking. Adam admired her legs, which looked as long as Rachelle's even though Karlie was two inches shorter."Wow!" Allie said. "Like it was tailored for you." The tags are still on these," Karlie said. "This is a $300 outfit. I can't take this." Why not?" Shelly asked. "Do you think anyone you saw today could wear it?" Well, no," she said. "It would be a little too big for Mary and too small for Rachelle. I don't think it would fit any of you." So you can either take it or Goodwill will get it," Sarah. I don't know what made me tell it. Maybe it was the fact that I needed to share it while I still could.My story began forty-five years ago, when I was about the age of my granddaughter. I was walking down the path to the village. I was walking alone, even though Daddy liked for me to take my brother with me. It made absolutely no sense at all, because I was bigger than that shrimp anyway and I can lick him in a fight too.As I came to a small bend in the path, I saw something so shocking, it was. My hands circle back across the front of your robed belly finding the edges of your robe and easing it open bearing your to my sight and touch. My hands sweep the material to your sides and release it then cross back to your belly and up towards your breasts.My lips move out the top of your shoulder as my eyes delight in the beauty of your body. I watch the rise and fall of your breasts as you breathe, marveling at their firm shape and the delicate dusky rose color of your nipples as my hands.