We turned on a 'night light', turned the answering machine on, covered our pet parrot and put the cat in the backyard. We phoned the local taxi compan... and requested a taxi. The taxi arrived, and we opened the front door to leave the house. As we walked out the door, the cat we had put out in the yard scooted back into the house.We didn't want the cat shut in the house because she always tries to get at the parrot. My wife walked on out to the taxi, while I went back inside to get the cat. The. As long as people are writing chapters of erotic fiction featuring my fave character – Sue Storm, I’ll be a happy chap. Now, with that out of the way, on with the sequel…__Previously, in ‘Susan Storm’s Secret Life’…In secret, Susan Storm had been using a perfection filter of her husband’s invention to live out her fantasies, in an attempt to relieve her ever-growing sexual frustrations. Using the device, she was able to take on a number of guises, allowing her to indulge in activities she could. ‘ You know, I was only kidding. You can peek if you want.’ I slowly turned to see my sister slowly caressing her beautiful breasts, pinching one big brown nipple occasionally and arching her back slightly as she did so. I was transfixed; I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She had reached the horny man inside me and I was helpless. I stared at the show she was putting on for me for at least 5 minutes. Her left hand moved across her stomach toward her groin. ‘You know, you’ve been such a good brother. At 44, with some signs of an early menopause, she still got horny and enjoyed the physical and emotional intimacy when she could get it. Her husband’s seed had never taken root in spite of her less than diligent use of contraception. They both had careers and that seemed to be okay.She had a long talk with her mom, who was 66, on Christmas day. They’d gotten into the “adult” eggnog and opened up with each other more than they had in a long time. She’d suddenly lost Rhonda’s father midway.