"JAMESON TO ORBIT EARTH" simply seemedlike the far more important story to her. She also wondered if thisJohn Jameson that was about to be sent into e...rth orbit was in any wayrelated to Jolly J. Jonah Jameson.It didn't seem overly likely to Pamela.How could they possibly be related?Wouldn't he have given a relative more coverage than Spider-Woman?However, as soon as Pamela turned the paper over to check the bottomhalf of the page, she saw side-by-side pictures of J. Jonah and John.According to. You're the first young chick I've ever fucked."She rolled on her side to face him, her nipples grazing the half flesh of his chest."Am I as good as women?" she asked. "The women you've fucked, I mean."He pretended to be considering the question seriously."Well..." he said slowly, and then he grinned. "You're the greatest, little chick, I've never known anybody who could fuck as good as you."Then why," she said impishly, "are we talking so much and not fucking?"He had no good answer for that, so. Just try and get a girl who let's you bust a nut in her all the time, it's amazing. Plus, I also got excited at the thought of it, which would usually cause me to blow early too. Just something about the possibility of getting her pregnant, not to mention how bad it was that we were brother and sister. Double the risks just made the adrenaline pump. Since we were still in school, we would often hook up somewhere at lunch. At first it was quickly in the back starewell. She would wear skirts, for. Mommy loved lingerie shopping and always came home with bags of goodies for us when she went to the mall. As the shower heated up I turned and looked at my body in the mirror behind the sink. It was so different from Mommy’s but today I was looking at it with new eyes. My hair was getting long, it’s curls and natural waves shining under the bathroom light. It was the same color as Mommy’s, a deep auburn that looked brown in low light but sparkled in the bright sun. For years it was my favorite.