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Carol had just left to pick her Mom up from the railroad station and I am quite pleased. Her mom Janice and I have always gotten along quite nicely, and I always enjoy having her over. In her early sixties Janice is nicely endowed so far as boobs ass and hips. Her hair is long and gray with a lot of highlights as she brushes it every day.

Her style of dress is a skirt and blouse and kitty heels, which as I understand don't go over an inch and a half, and those shoes are usually in black or red patent and look quite nice. Carol thinks it is sweet of me at times when Mom leaves her glasses on the coffee table or in the kitchen and I'd always clean them for her with a biker's bandanna.

I like the kind of glasses she has, narrow oval; half-square and half-moon in silver or gold. Sometimes they hang across her ample boobs and with the room light glimmering in those glasses, yup that always gets me hard.

We have been married ten years now, we have no rug rats so it gives us plenty of time for an active sex life.

Piano and riding a motorcycle are the things I really enjoy while Carol's thing is sketching in charcoal and water-color painting.

Carol and Janice just got back and Carol tells me, *quot;Mom will be staying for about two months.*quot; and I have no problem with that.

One day while I was working, Carol was looking for some Christmas decorations and found a box of my old stuff in the garage. Who knows why she had to call me at work but she did.

*quot;Harry, I just found this box in the garage, You won't believe what is in it.*quot;

I doubted it was a box containing nice chunks of twenties or fifties in nice thick packages like steaks, but the way she spoke, you'd think she found gold. I began to remember what was in that box. old magnets and telephone magneto's. It began to dawn on me that what she was so excited about were a number of large bra's with a nice selection of lady's half-glasses with very nice glass beaded neck chains rolled up inside.

I wondered why I began to collect lady's glasses and neck chains and my mind went back to the second floor of Defiance Bleachery one Wednesday afternoon.

After what Ruthie did for me with her pair of gold half-moon style glasses, that did something to me I liked very much and would never forget.

It probably happened after I told her how hot she looked in them as she read the Taunton Gazette during lunchtime. I asked her why it was I had certain feelings down south when I saw her in half-glasses.

*quot;Oh really, like being aroused?*quot;

*quot;Yeah.*quot;

*quot;That is not uncommon, I can show you why you might be aroused at noontime.*quot;

*quot;So Ruthie, you're not mad?*quot;

*quot;No I'm not mad, it means you think that at her age she looks pretty good.*quot;

*quot;Well yeah, I thought that for a while now.*quot;

*quot;Well, you wait till lunch time when everyone goes out to cash that big check.*quot;

We found a quiet spot while everyone was out cashing their checks at Fernande's or Henry Dion's store by the tracks. Ruthie told me to drop my pants. She was wearing a nice pair of gold half-moon style glasses also.

She wrapped the beaded chain for her half-square style around me and stroked my balls with those sparkling glasses, then jerked me off so the lens of her glasses were smothered in my warm thick cum.

It was so erotic to see her lick my man sauce off her glasses and somehow I knew I'd always have a passion for them, funny how one can know that.

She told me she was getting some eye work done and would no longer need glasses for reading and would I like to buy her glasses and neck chains? which I did want to and a week later I had a few dozen very nice styles of lady's half-glasses with beaded chains.

Getting back to Carol asking me about what was in the box Mostly guy stuff I'd imagine, green glass insulators for wires, real old magnets and old telephone magneto's and a few large bra's rolled up with lady style half- glasses and glass beaded neck chains.

*quot;Yeah I remember that now, must have been over twenty five years ago.*quot;

*quot;Harry. . .I think it is so sweet about those glasses and beads, did you have some sort of fetish way back then? I mean it is a part about you I never knew about. Where did you get those bra's. . . they have to be for a large lady. Is this why you like keeping my Mom's glasses nice and clean?*quot;

*quot;Whoa Babe, one question at a time.*quot;

I am thinking of Mom, she is a large woman, not fat but just big and her ample boobs have always been a source for my fantasies. The bra's had to be Ruth's, she was well busted. I am feeling a bit odd as my past is catching up with me, rather quickly too, I might add.

*quot;Yeah I think that is a possibility.*quot; I say sheepishly and hope it is the end of the subject.

*quot;We can talk it over later on . . . Harry.*quot; I know what that means, pillow talk. Oh yes, the subject of rolled up bra's; half-glasses and beaded neck chains would never die in this house.

While Carol and Janice were fixing up supper, I was fixing up that old phone magneto. I have a few more poker oyna of these down in the cellar, in the oak box with the ringers as well. One of the other things I like to do at times is to buy old electrical antiques and I think I can lay my hands on a few of the old Bonnie