One squirrel, two daughters

One squirrel, two daughters

  My girls and my squirrel. Julie, our younger daughter, barely says hello to me, instead, firing off an expected question: has Hiya appeared? No matter the answer, she speeds through the house, heading to the big glass sliding doors that open onto a back...
My Bodacious ta tas

My Bodacious ta tas

In a family of big bosomed women, I was a late bloomer. For too long I hid my shame with tissues stuffed into a AAA bra, graduating to bras that were 3/4 padding. But when they finally blossomed, my bosoms were spectacular. Men delighted in them and clothes strained...