Mitch just waved at her."It's a romance novel ... sort of," said Kris."Sort of?" It's ridiculous and stupid and completely impossible," said Kris. "Bu... it's what I'm writing." So write something else," suggested Mitch."I wish I could remember what I usually write about," sighed Kris."What if you usually write romance novels with completely impossible plots?" That can't be," said Kris. "If I had been doing this for a living, I would have put myself out of my misery long ago." It can't be that. They're serious, and I don't think they'd have any problem tracking you down." Nobody's chasing us out of our home, darling," her father replied, as her mother nodded her agreement. "We're grown-ass people and we've made our choice, aware of the possible downside." Dad, that downside is the two of you dead, and if I had the power, I'd have the staff move you out there against your will." Dear," Kissie said, "I'll make you a proposition. If something else happens, we'll strongly reconsider .... I cheesed as much as I could as I brought my hands down to her head and angled it up. Then we made that intimate eye contact I had been craving. I sat down on her legs, but yet she didn't stop playing with my pussy."You have my enchanting brown eyes, Rose. I'd love for them to be red, considering roses are red, but you'd still be dazzling with weird red eyes," I chuckled, caressing her head. "I swear if I wasn't married, I might take you to my bedroom and keep you in there for a week straight.. Buttercup stops on a dime, and if you aren’t ready, you’ll fly right over her head. When you’re ready to stop, just lean back and tug them enough to let her feel it. Don’t jerk them!”This time he asked her if she was ready and, when she nodded nervously, he gave a “Heayah” kind of sound. Buttercup launched ahead like a rocket, and by the time Brenda had let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding, and took another, she felt like she was flying.This rhythm she caught onto instantly,.