’ ‘Randi Klinger,’ I said past Spooky. ‘Randi. Good. I’m Betty. Welcome.’ Our room was small, but not cramped, one room with bath and clos...t. We were on the eighth floor. A sliding door opened onto a small balcony. When Spooky first asked me to go away with her, I had a basketful of imaginings and expectations. In minutes, I shut myself up, stepping through the mirror without anticipation. ‘The ocean’s big,’ I whispered, standing straight, my hands on the railing. ‘Yeah, it is,’ Spooky. I know from talking to Erica that she feels the same way about Bree. It's hard to fathom ever wanting that to change.I had to giggle a bit about your superior reading your mail. I can't imagine what she didn't want distributed. This isn't a case of loose lips sink ships. After all the Sa'arm don't appear to read at all, and even if they did, how would they be able to understand English? But I guess it's probably almost habit for some people. Sergeant Powell has told me a few tales about the. His cock was extremely thin and felt longer because of it. With his small stature and thin body it felt extremely longer than it was. she slid his pants off and went down on him. She saw what appeared to be a 7 1/2 inch cock but very thin. She said oh my this is marvelously long and i am gonna love it. She swallowed it into her throat and it didn't take him long to unload a load that she figured was very long in the making. she swallowed it all and then kissed him he was breathing very hard and. I didn't pander though. wait, would this plug be considered pandering or not? hmmm... (pondering imponderables)Ok, I am sorry I woke you up. I as one of your readers am enjoying the story, even if your characters do acknowledge that they are in a story, and notice the reader at times. Not to insult you, but couldn't you do something about the punctuation and spelling though?I have a better idea, how about you voluntere damn how do you spell that anyway how about you offer to edit for me?.