Before I continue, let me describe myself, I have a distinct look – 51 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 145 pounds, Hispanic with darker skin, brune...t hair – shoulder length, mouth that loves to suck cock and has acquired the taste for cum, breast size 36D with mouthful size nipples that love attention and are extremely sensitive, abdomen not fat, but enough cushion for some good pushing, dark well maintained pussy hair – no shaving here, pussy that loves action – tight and warm, very toned. I heard it crying. I don'twant it to cry, because the voice reminded me of something happy.*****I am learning more words. Or maybe I am remembering them.I know, for example, that I am in a "room"It has "walls" and a "floor" and a "ceiling" and a "door"I want to remember my new words. I wonder how I can?********I now have a way to remember my words.There is a a "desk" and a "chair" and "paper" and a "pen"I write down my words, so I can remember them.*****Do I have a name?It seems like I must,. Tim's actions during that dirty movie tonight were the worst yet. In spite of what everybody else says, maybe her mother had been right all along... She undressed quickly then, folding her dress and underclothes in a neat pile on top of the clothes hamper. As she waited for Tim to finish drinking and come to bed, she looked at herself critically in the full-length mirror attached to the wall beside the bureau. Melanie Cartwright was a slim woman, about five feet six inches, and her body was. I smiled again, devilishly this time, because for all he knows, I’m just dressed for a normal day and headed over to the commuter rail station to pick him up. After switching trains, arriving at South Station, then climbing an ungodly amount of stairs, I finally made it to the main concourse. South Station is an old building with vaulted ceilings and marbled floors, red and gold signage tells commuters where to buy tickets and what tracks are outside of what doors. I shoved my fists into the.