She understands. Her fingers strain to free the metal buttons from holes made smaller by the force of his erection against the fly. God, I’m like Ni...gara Falls, she muses and she smiles at the Pavlovian response. Charlie’s trained this bitch well she muses as the power shutter begins to whirl. Jesus Christ, she hears Charlie blurt out as the last button springs free and the boy’s cock smacks the side of her cheek. She can feel its tip against the back of her head. “Kiss it.: the boy demands.. Yes, there is no mistake. It's not merely her, but Her with a capital letter, a hasted breathing and a sweet pain somewhere in the chest almost to the point of fainting. Doe. The mere name raised my spirits. I'm not going to tell you what she looked like or what character she had. Imagine the perfect girl of your dreams, not those cheap sleazy dreams you have about buxom blondes and foxy teens, but the high and sacred ones, which you keep deep inside and would never reveal to anybody. Then. I am aware that you’ve porked a number of the nurses and technicians in that little emergency room fiefdom of yours, but I am not a notch on your bedpost. That is not the nature of our relationship.??How on earth—how do you know that I’ve dated a few nurses at Buttermilk General Hospital?? Eldred leaned back on the bed and gaped at her. Eldred was fairly private about his sex life, and as far as he knew, Luisa didn’t know any nurses.?Watusi Nixon, who is an orderly at Buttermilk General, is. "Whatever you guys are signaling each other about," Christine said, "you can just knock it off." She burped. "I gotta go pee."She got up and went unsteadily into her bathroom. As soon as she shut the door Joe came over and sat next to me and said, "Dude, she's drunk, and she's high as a kite. It's the perfect time." I dunno, Joe," I said. "It just doesn't seem right to me. I mean, I wouldn't do this to a chick who WASN'T my sister." Come on, Ben, grow a pair already. You wanna do her just as.