I'll eat when I get around to it. Shit. I woulda been good. Fuck the high level clearance and random substance abuse testing. You couldn't pay me enou...h to do that shit. It's basically the White House pointing a shotgun to the back of your head and whispering "Just relax and focus on your job- everything is fine." But you can't classify data/ and intelligence without first laying eyes on it. Once you've seen it, it's in your noggin for keeps. So I've seen lots of pics of the squeeze in the. . just ... odd! I even bought myself a penis-shaped vibrator off of the Internet when I was fourteen, so I would know what it felt like to have something inside me; but I never had an orgasm using it! And then when I was sixteen I asked a close male friend to have sex with me ... and he did his best, bless him; but he came and I just got bored! Apparently ... and I've read about it, of course ... it's not unusual for asexual woman to have sex with someone they care about; but they do it to. I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it was there. The letters weren't any help. She wrote once a week, regular as clockwork, but there was nothing personal in any of Karen's letters, no sharing of secrets with her big sis. They were more like reports to her superior officer. I wished I 'd had some of Amanda's letters to her, but I sure wasn't going to have Amanda writing letters to anyone. I figured that was the problem. That little Karen must have become suspicious of the lack of letters. ” Jon lifted me, pulled me to his lips, and kissed me as if he hadn’t just cum. This kiss was different from other kisses. It was swelter on steroids. Lip sucking and tonsil tickling went on for a while. Jon unfastened my bra, pinched and twisted my nipples, and squeezed my ample cinnamon breasts. Neither of us wanted the kiss to end. I believe that if the passion from Jon’s kiss had a voice and words to speak, it would have said ‘I’m grateful, and I should have fulfilled your request long.