When I was younger I used to get left with my grandmother a lot. She was a widow of many years and she adored me, I was always her 'special one'. When ever I would stay it was natural to sleep in her bed. She used to wear blue nylon nightdresses and I would have pyjama tops and underwear because I didn't like to wear pyjama bottoms in bed (too hot). She would read me a story every night and I would fall asleep on her heavy breast ( I can still smell her fragrance now, Lily of the Valley perfume mixed with the unmistakable fragrance of an older woman. As I grew older we continu… 続きを読む