She was quite proud of her international collection. The full list numbered fifty-six. Fyodor would be number fifty-seven. Em reasoned that if you di...ided this number by the fifteen years she had been indulging herself it was only a modest three point seven a year. Besides, Fyodor had a wonderful sense of humour. Ambrose had once told her that contrary to much of the literature on the subject Russians did indeed like a laugh. She had been pleased to establish that yet again Ambrose was right.. The penny dropped. That would explain the reticence to discuss her writing.He didn't see them for a few days. On Friday, Susie was out front and Mike stopped to say hello. She looked frazzled from the move and getting situated in a new job and whatever else was going on so he invited them over for dinner. Susie demurred but allowed herself to be coaxed into coming over at seven with Leah. Mike went home, printed out one of Susie's stories and put it on the front table with the title and author. ” I followed her out to the kitchen. “Where’s the rest of the family?” I asked.She leaned back against the kitchen counter and said, “There’s not much family to keep track of. Both Mom and Dad work, and my older brother died in Viet Nam a few years ago.”“I’m very sorry to hear that. I’m sorry for your loss.” That stupid fucking war was the disaster of our generation, and was the dumbest fucking foreign policy move we made until the invasion of Iraq.She shrugged. “Thank you. It was about five. Does your little penis need to cum already?''I cum very fast, so if you keep stroking it like that I'll cum very soon''What if I pull this back and wank your tiny little head like this?'She pulled back my foreskin and held it down with her finger and thumb from one hand, then used her other hand to wank the tip of my cock hard.'That's so sensitive, Cameron. I don't know if I can take it for long'.'You're going to take it, and then you're going to cum. First though, I want you to see my.