Onscreen, the girl stares back at me with her cold, superior countenance. She sits with her legs folded beneath her, wearing exquisite undergarments o... black lace, perfectly tailored to her curves, cut from fabrics difficult to obtain. Though she is a few years younger than me, we look strikingly similar. I know her very well. She is my sister. I feel Felix’s horror as he stands behind me, rooted to the spot. On screen he and my sister touch, the camera lens pointing downward into her. LF is a distinctive name: appellation, moniker, handle, as our local truck drivers would say; it is recognized and unique, me. My work has bought ownership of those initials.” LF actually blushed as she made that last statement. Normally she was outgoing among her peers and to the public but reserved and shy for authority figures she respected. Mrs. Patron and Friend fit that respected category. Still, she was proud of her reputation in the world of artists. “About my mother, I have learned as. "It's okay, Polygone," he said calmly, holding out his hand, "I forgive you." Pory!" the porygon exclaimed, leaping into Dave's arms and making happy noises."I think he likes you!" laughed Misty."Well, I hope he likes me enough to help out a bit more," Dave replied nervously, unsure about how do deal with the peculiar pokemon who seemed intent on making the bewildered scientist his trainer."Porygon!" assured Polygone in a strange tone, turning his attention to the remains of the computer. In order to sit down like she wanted me to I had to pull up the whole bottom of my dress and hold it around my waist. As soon as my ass hit the chair my ass sunk down in it and she was between my legs on her knees, lifting my legs with her hands spreading me open by placing them over the big arms of it. Once my legs were on the arms of the chair she reached behind my hips and pulled me forward until my ass was right on the edge of the seat and my legs were almost ready to slide off the arms of.