Appropriate distance.As I looked at her, I guess something in my expression gave me away.“You don’t recognize me do you?” she asked. I shook my ...head.“Well it HAS been a few years since we saw each other,” she smiled. “You do remember your niece Pammie?”I nodded my head and my expression darkened. There was no way this bitch was my dead niece resurrected.“Pammie WAS my best friend,” she gushed. “Until my Mom lost her job and we had to move away. Remember the summer that we spent a month at your. None the less, the first few days were very uncomfortable, especially for me. Their arrogant attitude, their belief that they were so pure in their righteousness that they were beyond good and evil and that I was still a sinner made my stay with them very uncomfortable. So after a week with them in the ranch I left you, with whom they had bonded very well, to pass the summer and I returned home and to your father, who truth be told, never badmouthed my parents or told me "I told you this would. I’ll have a couple of tickets available for him in your honor, but he should come alone,” Frank continued. “And he should bring money. There’s a thousand dollar minimum buy-in for the game he wants to play.”“I’ll let him know,” I said. “I’ll… I mean, he’ll see you tonight.”So, there was a high stakes poker game at the Sammamish Casino. Strictly speaking, that wasn’t legal. Poker tables were typically $25 or $100 limit. Frank was alluding to a no-limit game. Well, I figured Brenda could afford. I like all sizes and shape of breasts. My favorites are round and firm and sag slightly when the bra is removed. The kind that you can lift slightly and feel their weight. When I have a chance to touch them I do so with reverence. To caress and suckle a breast is almost a religious experience.I guess this passion for breast started when I was in 5th grade. I woke up one Saturday morning and went into my parent's room to see when they were going to get up. Mom and dad were fast asleep. Mom was.