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This is my very first internet BLOG, so don't be too critical as I am new to this website game and tend to ramble.

I have become addicted to this fabulous website since being recently introduced by a girl who has succeeded in one of her passions , " corrupting the innocent " . I used to be an innocent little Catholic altar boy many years ago, but circumstances and events have led me to this point in my life.

A brief history of my life starts with my birth in a small town in Canada near Niagara Falls , to Italian immigrants from an area east of Rome. ( Incidentally , in one of my prior lives I was known as Quintus Fabius Maximus, the Roman general who saved Rome from the barbarian invaders led by Hannibal and his elephants. The disciplined,organized Roman legions were overwhelmed and unable to develop a strategy to fight the elephants , and that is when I entered the picture. Maybe I will send a letter to George Junior regarding his bird-brain misguided strategy in Iraq. ) Anyhu, my mother was a devouted Catholic who worshiped the priests and expected me to become a priest . ( Or maybe even a Pope .) I studied the Catholic religion and served as an altar boy at Saint Mary's Church. I planned to become a priest , to please my mother , although I never felt comfortable next to the priests in church, and always kept a wary eye on them.

As an altar boy one of my duties was to carry the tray with the hosts ahead of the priest who would place them on the tongues of the men and women that were kneeling along a railing . I was about 7 years old and 4 feet tall at that time, which placed me at about eye level to everyone that was kneeling at the railing, with their tongues hanging out.

As we proceeded along the row of people kneeling along the railing , there was a georgous woman at the rail ,
with a set of beautiful breasts hanging over the railing , looking up at me with her tongue hanging out. I can still clearly see her beautiful face, black hair, her eyes were closed and her luscious tongue was hanging out , against the background of her voluptuous breasts. I was mesmerized by this magnificent apparition , that was only a few inches from my face , and I froze in my tracks. The priest then shoved me forward ( almost knocked me over ) , and we proceeded with the services .

After the services the priest pulled me into the back room and scolded me for having "bad thoughts". My penance was 30 Our Fathers and 20 Hail Marys. I was confused and didn't understand what sin I had committed to deserve the punishment , and the priest never gave me an explanation. What thoughts go through the mind of a little 7 year old boy when he is confronted by a georgous female ,a looking up at him with her eyes closed , and her tongue hanging out against the background of her fabulous breasts ???

Was it a sin for me to pause for a moment , in admiration of one of God's delightful creations ???
I couldn't understand what went through my mind at that time , but I do remember that it was a warm and strangely exciting feeling.

That night, as I lay in bed thinking about the incident , I was extremely upset , in tears , as I tried to understand what I had done to offend the almighty Catholic Church . As I pondered the issue, I soon became annoyed , and then angry , and then enraged . And then I made the decision that forever altered the course of my life. I wiped tha tears from my eyes , and decided that I would not become a priest. Fuck that rat-fink priest , and to hell with the Catholic Church that had wrongfully accused and punished me for a fictitious sin .

I never told my mother about my decision , and continued with my duties as an altar boy, but was extra careful in keeping a wary eye on the priests. I wouldn't hang around the back room for the cookies and cake after the services . Not me. I would take off my altar boy robe, hang it up, and run home.( I would snatch a few cookies on the way out the door. ) I thank God for giving me , as a 7 year old boy, the reasonable insight and perception of right and wrong , instead of adhering to the Catholic dogma.

Later in my life , my father made the decision that I would be an engineer and go to work with his construction company. I studied and received a degree in Civil Engineering at the beautiful little town , Ann Arbor , Michigan.
During my carreer I was involved with the construction of roads, bridges, pipelines, and airports , while working in Alaska, California, Nevada , Texas, and Saudi Arabia. I was focused on construction materials such as concrete and steel, construction equipment and manpower,schedules, and hard money budgets. There were a few occasions when I thought back to my original goal of becoming a priest. ( Such as the time that I came face to face with a grizzly bear, and the time that I was almost buried alive in a pipeline trench , in Alaska .)

I recently retired and reside at Sun City MacDonald Ranch in the Las Vegas area. In retrospect I believe that everything has turned out for the better. I know that I would never have been successful or happy as as priest. I know that while browsing this fabulous , crazy website , my feelings and emotions are similar to the ones that I felt as a little 7 year old altar boy, when confronted with that georgous lady with her tongue hanging out against the background of her fabulous breasts. I don't think that I was guilty of a sin as a Catholic altar boy , and I don't care if anyone considers it a sin for me to browse this fabulous S.G. website. ( Although my dear mother would probably turn over in her grave if she knew.)

My feelings and thoughts regarding all of the S.G. girls can best be expressed by one of my favorite songs, by Maurice Chevalier , which I believe should be the theme song for this S.G. website : "-----thank heaven , for little girls , they grow up in the most delightful way -------" I love all S.G. girls . You are all beautiful and delightful, in your own unique and special way . God bless all of you.