She died at age 69 – very fitting for being taught how to 69 with her in 1976, and being their daughter on my back with a man in my throat controlling my urge to gag choking as sperm exploded into it
Seeing her photo and reading my old accountings brought back a flood of memories in more detail than I had written…so I’ve rewritten it. Here is my story.
1976 – no public internet, no cell phones, no digital cameras, and women still wore dresses… I had been taking care of the Daniels yard last summer. From the roadway it looked like it was one level. Walking in was the living room and you could see an open floor plan for kitchen, dining and family room. The rest of the floor held two bedrooms, master bedroom and 3 bathroom. The furthest I had been was to the first small bathroom that only had a toilet and sink. Yet if you were in the back you’d see balcony surrounding the back bedrooms and a lower level where their in-ground pool was. There was an inside area for showers and an open lounge area but half on that bottom area was always curtained with a closed locked door. At times Alice called me to take care of their dog Max – a massive Mastiff when they were out of town. When I first offered to do work for them Alice was several inches taller and Rick taller than her. I had grown but more than that whenever I was close to Alice I felt a little odd and took notice of her body. She always wore dresses that showed the traces of large breasts and stomach, wide hips and a big plush rear – at that time she would have been called fat yet on her I found myself fighting to keep from staring. I’d watch her walk away seeing that big rear sway side to side, or lean over exposing just a little of her large breasts made me uncomfortable in my pants. Alice had always given me hugs and her scent had an effect on me I had to squirm a little after adjusting my pants. Alice never seemed to notice her effect which made me feel a little better.