No visible marks otherwise. No 'fragile' (which my mind nearly always reads mentally as fra-jill-ay) or other stamped text. Just a decent sized box (c...rate?) sitting on the second step of the little concrete steps leading to my front door. I stare for a bit and then push it slightly with my foot. Slightly heavy but not bad. I haven't ordered anything lately so what was the deal? I shrug and open my door. The sun is starting to set behind me and it's been a long day at work so I decide to figure. . One day, shortly after the birth of their new baby, the mother had to go out to run some errands.The proud papa stayed home to watch his wonderful new son.Soon after the mother left, the baby started to cry.The father did everything he could think of doing, but the baby wouldn’t stop crying.Finally, the dad got so worried that he decided to take the infant to the doctor.After the doctor listened to the father relate all that he had done to get the baby to stop crying, the doctor began to. Her long hair she wore pinned up, but she refused to cut it. She was extremely brusque to the point were she seemed rude, and that’s what had taken me off guard about her. I thought she must surely hate me, but I found out later from Miss Henderson that she was quite fond of me. It was something I never would have guessed. And I had to learn very quickly to read between the lines with her. Sometimes a group of us would get together in one of the houses for a game of Rummy. I wasn’t very good at. Taking my time, I made my way to the sweetest looking pussy I've ever had the great fortune to see. It was perfect. (I can't describe how good it looked but this is a link to a photo that is as close to Sandra's pussy as I can find, http://xhamster.com/photos/view/1927937-31728780.html#imgTop ) And wet! Her hands gripped my head as I ran my tongue up her slit to linger on her clit then back again. Within minutes she was moaning louder and pulling my head harder against her. When I slid a finger.