i also want to know what happened to me . my mother thought she had forever . at least twice a year , i met with a family after the tragic death of a loved one . he was a guy of about fifty , fairly lean , fairly fit , gray hair cut short . he pulled away from me and stood , offering me his hand . from the first , he 'd calmed her . he poured more down my spread inner thighs . they would be no manner of use to me . 