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I'm Canadian, and so are my sisters, and my parents, but that didn't stop my parents from naming us all in the Celtic tradition.
My mother is the oldest of my grandparent's children, and she met Dad, married, and had my eldest sister just after turning eighteen. "I remember someone saying they wanted something to sniff while playing with their stuff," she giggled.
I don't remember much about my father, as he died shortly after my second birthday. I'm actually glad I found out now that he's a jerk, before I got emotionally involved. I really liked the idea of being her boyfriend, even if I didn't know what it meant yet.
Maybe the strain of trying to produce a male heir was too much, after so many girls. Thank you." I had no idea what to say next, so I said nothing, hoping she would save me. *** Things started changing around our house during the next year or so. There, between the layers of tissue paper, was a clear zip lock bag.
I'm lucky that even my parents didn't call me that tongue twisting moniker... It got a little more confusing around our house than mere numbers. She's either psychic or she heard me, and knew I'd found the special gift. They weren't just panties ; they were sexy panties, black, lacey, and quite brief.
My grandparents are Old Country, as are my Great Grandparents, a few of whom are still alive, and one Great Great Grandmother.
I suppose it's natural we should become good friends, and the five year gap between us didn't seem quite so wide. *** The phone was laying on my pillow, right next to my face, so when it buzzed, it woke me easily. I'll never forget her kiss of thanks..the cheek, but still so tender and memorable. I suppose that's pretty obvious, with the whole 'legal age' thing, but mine was more so.
I called her Vonnie, and as I said earlier, she spent a lot of time at our house. Little more than crushes, really, but she helped me understand the female point of view, especially when the point of view excluded me. "Just one girl tonight, the girlfriend of one of my buddies, and she's not that hot," I explained. She had developed the same big, voluptuous chest as her sisters... Actually all my sisters were pretty similar, as well. She called it 'playing with my boy stuff', kind of a gentle reminder that we were different, even if she was my best female friend. " She wrapped me in a big hug, letting me know my apparent perversion wasn't going to chase her away. Just wanted to try my phone, and wanted you to be my first call." "That's so sweet, honey.