.that's actually a pretty good number.Of course, few of those are truly interested in actually interacting with other users, and even fewer still will...post their own content to facilitate said interaction. And then there are a very minute number, of which you can probably count on your hands, who are so wonderful that their frequent interactions bring genuine happiness and thought-provoking insights to those lucky enough to know them. The top 0.0001% of all users.Ms. Cream definitively falls. Eric quickly retracts his hands and makes use of the computers at the service desk to hide his predicament. I lower my head in shame. If Michael hadn't stepped in...I don't know what I would have done. Eric just might have raped me right there in the front of the store.I smile brightly at Michael before glowering at the Best Friend. "Yeah. Actually, Eric just offered to finish the reshop for me. Thanks again." Shoving the basket into Eric's stomach, I walk around the desk to stand in front of. "He's so thin he'd disappear if he was nude." Hey Charlie." Cleo called."Do you know everyone's name?" I hissed. "Behave." Yes ma'am?" Oh Charlie, I'm not that old." Cleo said, chiding him for calling her ma'am."No ma'am, but you sure are prettier." Charlie now crossed one ankle over the other and leaned lightly on the pole he held."Kat and I were just wondering what it would take to watch you work in the buff." Cleo said with only a hint of a smile."Well Miss Cleo, you might be blinded my this. I started to go in further, then I pulled back out, then went back in, and continued thrusting very slowly until we could build up a rhythm. Pretty soon I was able to pick up the pace as the looks on Megan's face went from that of pain to that of pleasure. She eventually was meeting my thrusts with hers and we were as if we were one being now. I can't describe how it felt. We were physically, emotionally, and mentally attached. We continued on like this as it got more and more intense."Oh.