I mean, sure I watch movies like everyone else, and there's always the internet, but even counting the singers and actresses that tour with the ESO (E...yptian Service Organizations), I had never seen anyone that looked like her in person. She was long and delicate like a spun-glass figure, or a living barbie doll. She had the longest swan-like neck I had ever seen, terrific breasts, and mouth-wateringly wide hips that flared beneath a dramatically narrow waist. In the soft green light her skin. She stroked me afew times, and looked up at me, an expression ofamusement on her face. “I never imagined it would be so big,” she toldme. She pulled her legs under her and rose up on herknees, putting her face level with my crotch. “It’sjust as lovely as I always thought it would be,though,” she said, letting me know that my sister hadalso had fantasies about me. I thought I’d die whenshe opened her mouth and began to suck me. She moanedas if she was tasting something wonderful, and. Lynn smiled and tried to focus upon his face. But the tears must be back because all she saw was a… *** All she saw was a blur. Lynn sat bolt upright in her bed. The sheets were wet with sweat. But it was a different kind of moisture that collected in a large pool on her pillow. Tears. Tears of a lifetime. Tears of thousand mistakes. But what surprised her was that mixed sparingly among those tears of pain were a few of hope and faith as well. She had been having this dream…the exact same. So maybe you’d better . . .’ ‘It’s Christmas Eve, Stella,’ Nadine answered, the stubbornness in her voice almost palpable. ‘Those guys were really cute, and I’ve never skied Winter Park before. Gotta do something to get out of here.’ ‘Yeah, well, if the snow really hits up there at Berthoud Pass, there wouldn’t be any skiing, they wouldn’t find you ’til spring,’ Stella said. She was fiddling with the crooked plastic Christmas tree in the corner of the living room of the single wide—without any.