I am here to tell everyone about the skeletons I keep in my closet. I have many and some that you may not believe however believe me they are real as ...night and day as I have lived and survived them.I am married and have one daughter. My hubby’s name is John and my daughter’s name is Michelle, he is really her stepfather but to her he will always be her daddy. I guess I should start from the beginning so you have a little back story about how skeletons in my closet all came about.It was 1977 I. “Stop here,” I said as I pointed to a sidewalk, which ran behind a small development. He obliged and turned off his car and I leaned closer to him in my seat. His eyes caught mine immediately as he looked at me, his face just inches from mine, and he stroked my cheek softly with his fingertips. My lips pouted, eyes half-lidded, head tilted and body poised for a kiss, he pulled himself closer until his lips found mine and his eyes closed as his body filled with a sense of relief mixed with. It makes me feel good to help you guys like you helped me." I'm going to go get this deposited, and mail out those checks this morning. I'm not sure what I'm going to tell Tiny, Jimmy. I know that I'm not telling him anything though, not until I know that our checks have been cashed by the mortgage company and the electric company. I'm not going to take a chance on Tiny doing something, or being stubborn, and us losing our house." I can drive you down to the bank if you want, Terri, but I need. She then attended to her big tits carefully drying them before hiding them inside her vast white bra. She continued to dress and left oblivious of the fact she had been secretly observed for my sexual gratification. Next a plump woman in her early 50s entered wearing grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt top, I could see the curvaceous outline of her body, my carnal desires were about to be fulfilled. First she removed her sweat pants revealing her ample pink knickers. She then removed her top.