She was my caretaker. While attending law school, she was given free room and board by my parents, in exchange for doing chores, and tending to my needs. Everyday after school, I was about 8-11 I think, I couldn't wait to get home and visit with Jan. For the most part it was loving, I don't remember much expect the feeling of closeness, and the salient memories of Jan in a sexual context.

I remember sitting on her bed in her dark room without the lights on. She had a single bed and a small walk in closet. I remember her going into the walk in closet, and undressing. Sometimes I would see her breasts, sometimes I would see her in sheer pantyhose from both the front and behind. God those images stoked my fantasies in later years. I think of Jan as a cunt



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