But I was seeing that it was making Krissa feel so good.I knew I was doing this while my sister watched but, well, I sure wasn't going to turn this do...n for anything. I really didn't care what she saw. After all, this was her idea in the first place."Oh, Danny, yes, oh, make me cum, Danny, right there, right there," she cried out as I felt her hips begin to shake and tremble. "OH, UH, UH, oh, omigod, keep going, don't stop," she cried and groaned. I'd never forget where it was, no I would. It's getting so a half way decent author can't make a little goof before his characters jump on his ass and pound him into the ground. Just who do these guys think they are ... real people?And Kurt grinned and said, "yes. We are real people. You remember us better than we remember ourselves. So, get it right! What kind of friend are you, anyway?"'OMG, ' thought the author. 'Now what do I do? My characters are out of control. My Muse done flew da coop. I am truly fucked. I should never have. Koizumi, I’m Marcy. Our companions call me the house mom. I work directly under SU’s owner, Ed, Warren. I resolve issues and prevent minor misunderstandings from becoming big problems. Where most other places great people using handshakes, we at SU we do this.” She introduced herself to Mr. K with a standard SU greeting: a full-frontal hug. Such greetings often induce erections in unsuspecting males. Let’s just say that Kaku did not expect this kind of greeting.While her husband remained. Partly to get a cup of coffee, but mostly because the machine was located just outside Smitha’s office. Placing a cup under the spout, I glanced over my shoulder, peering between the slats of the venetian blind in her window. She was hanging up her coat, and as she stood, reaching up to hang it on the rack behind her desk, I was able to look at her a little more closely. She was a petite woman, narrow-waist with a tight, firm ass wrapped up in a tight, gray, knee-length business skirt. As she.