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Maureen was about the least conceited person I ever met.

She did have a few times when she felt good about herself.

You, her sweeties, were often so nice to her both in comments and notes and she was buoyed up with those interactions.

This lift was apparent afterward from her overall demeanor as well as her… actions.

Thank you for that.

Yesterday, I was listening to the “radio” in my shop while in the perpetual act of cleaning up. Yesterday’s station of choice (XM radio) was 70’s on 7 with Magic Matt as the DJ.

I rotate the station among a lot of different decades and genres of music, but always representative of my antiquity. Magic Matt played a favorite of mine (for reasons not germane to our discussion) ‘Midnight Train to Georgia’ by Gladys Knight and the Pips.

For no related reason, this was also a favorite of Mo’s as well.

While Mo was so pleased with complimentary communications with you sweeties, she also was pleased as punch knowing she could nail, 100% of the time, the timing of the ‘woo woo’ in the song. She absolutely glowed with pride making the appropriate whistle pull motions absolutely on time.

And when she did it when she was unconcerned with her modesty, it was accompanied by the most mesmerizing jiggles.

Magic Matt actually brought up this whistle pull activity, apparently done by more of the populace than I was aware. Not sure if the others performing the pull were similarly lusciously displayed.

Mo was the only one I really cared about.

And another pull on the heart strings.

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I really should put on my big boy pants and quit complaining.

I miss Mo like crazy, but I shouldn’t cry continually about it.

I should celebrate having had the benefit of her amazing company through all the years we had.

I need to just be quiet, take out my hand towel and fondly remember all the wonderful things that Mo brought me. The physical. The mental. The visual.

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Just a little Sunday morning tribute to our wonderful Mo. Starting to watch the Belgium Grand Prix without her wonderful company.

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I don’t really know how it all began. I have heard stories.

Mo, unusually at least to me, was a much different lady from my experience in that she appreciated her breasts being caressed, almost casually. I related it almost like a cat being petted.

It might have been as a girl growing up around a lot of boys that treated her, luckily, kindly and gently, but casually.

I understand in college she used her breasts in a palliative way to relieve pressure for an upcoming date.

And her husband often offered her bosom to his buds ostensibly to get them all cranked up.

When Mo entered my life, her modus operandi was well established. Though when exposed to her way of socializing, I had no issues with her communing in her unique way with my buds. I definitely got a great buzz from seeing her with them. And I had way more than my own share of that wonderful soft fragrant contact.

Mo was an amazing lady.

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From the day I met Maureen, I had the greatest respect and admiration for her. I thought she was classy, really intelligent and wonderfully sassy.

I loved being around her and did all I could to increase the number of times I got to see her.

But it wasn’t until that fateful evening when it was apparent I had been accepted and she totally opened herself up to me that I actually realized the real Mo.

I loved the way she thought and the way she expressed herself but when she offered me those sweet nipples, I was absolutely lost in her aura. Locked inextricably in her gravitational influence. I was a goner.

I could not, didn’t want to escape. I spiraled down and loved every second.

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Mo.

It is a dreary world without her sending me a daily at-work pick-me-up bunch of “oops! What happened to my buttons?” pictures.

I never tired of her being sassy.

I should’ve been more thankful.

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Today would be a great day to hear some unique insight from Maureen or even her views on the first day of the July Sumo Basho. (She admitted to me she did a little research on what the rikishi look like under their mawashi but I preferred to not pursue that further.)

Sans that, permit another submission from Mo’s trove of leftover photos. At least we still have those.

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On a cold lazy weekend afternoon and there were no races and just one other guy over and it was just Mo and I vegging, I would, on occasion, surf around on Tumblr and MeWe just to see what is out there and as a consequence feel so privileged to have such a unique and, to me, appealing lady against my side or napping in my lap.

I would cruise through and occasionally make a comment on this lady or that girl and it became readily apparent that my taste in the female was totally the same as what Mo thought (and performed) ladies should look like or be.

I really did not care for glamor. Or augmented forms. I eschewed tattoos and excess piercings. Gaudy jewelry.

Coquettish or provocative behavior. I detest women sticking out their tongue. Or acting in a way so as to attract attention.

My preference: totally natural.

I suppose what it reduced down to was that the lady I found most attractive was a plain simple sweet girl. Like the traditional idea of a farm girl. And there was one, with her head right there on my thigh. Napping.

Simple and sweet. Honest and unassuming. Plain and unaffected.

I was so lucky.

I was totally spoiled.

I hope she knew how much I appreciated everything about her.

I definitely did.

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One of Maureen’s sweeties expressed how lucky he thought her coworkers were regarding her eschewing a bra.

I related to him an instance that has me perpetually aroused. I told him:

“I don’t know how long you have been familiar with Mo but she had an episode some years ago doing inventory when the warehouse guys got to watch her almost totally bare breasted for hours. It even got me cranked up from a long distance. The guys got a couple pics from below of her in her cutoff Tshirt when she was up a ladder. I still “use“ those pictures.

I would definitely say those guys were lucky!”

If youall were not aware of that episode with her, I hope you enjoy the idea and pictures as much as I continually do.

Sorry I don’t have the story she wrote about that experience. She enjoyed the attention from those guys but the powers-that-be were not amused. The good thing was she never had to do another inventory in the hot warehouse.

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Mo rarely wore a bra to work. She hated them and only put one on when they were going to have an important visitor in the office.

To try to disguise this fact, she usually had a sweater or little jacket she could put on when she left her cubicle. Otherwise, I suppose it was pretty obvious what was going on.

I know a couple of the guys in the warehouse told me they enjoyed it when she didn’t bother with the cover. Like minds.

I loved that whole idea as she sent me a lot of pictures during the day because she knew I loved seeing her loveliness. I believe it pleased her that I never, after all the years we have been friends, I never tired of seeing her offerings.

I never did.

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Here’s another one where Mo remembered to use her remote shutter release.

I suppose you can figure out why I also am so fond of this one as well.

Also from Dano’s archive that he so kindly maintains.

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I recently complained about Mo and how most of her pics were from the same angle (at least the ones she left over for me) and I was describing to one of her sweeties how I got her a remote shutter release so the angle of her shots was not dependent on the way she held a camera. I came up with this shot of Mo from Dano’s archive that shows her holding the shutter release. Besides I really like this shot of her out on the porch.

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Hello, what happened to Mo.

It's a shame, I always loved her posts.

Mo passed away a year ago April

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Our great friend Dano posted these in remembrance of Mo and celebration of this momentous occasion that Mo would have been so proud to honor. I’m sure she’s waving a flag from her lofty place. Thanks Dano.

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Recently, I noticed something that would have made Mo smile.

She was never really into numbers or followers or anything like that. She hated the word ‘followers.’ That is why she preferred to call all of you friends as ‘sweeties.’

It did, I believe, astound her when she noticed it, the number of sweeties that at one time or another elected to keep track of her. She was astounded that guys would even pay attention much less come back to check on her.

I noticed her Tumblr number just cracked 37,000.

Youall totally blew her away, before. This would absolutely stun her.

She told me she knew all of those didn’t keep daily track of her thoughts and ideas or the other things that she so loved to share, but she was pleased as punch with the fact that a lot did and that there were a small number that were ardent corespondents. She loved that. And in her way, she loved you.

Thank you for being her sweeties in whatever way you were and for however often you checked on her.

Thank you. You made her life better in many ways.

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I just ran across this pic in Mo’s archives. I know a lot of you have seen it but it really hit me hard when I saw it again.

It is just so… Mo.

She would come greet me in my car and would make my heart pound out of my chest.

Oh, Mo

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How good is your pussy ?

An odd question considering the situation. Perhaps read back and find out.