”“Alright, I'll start making it. One sandwich or two. Don't stare, and don't say anything, okay? I told Sam I'd ease you into the idea.”“I won...t, my lips are sealed, one and a half sandwiches, please. I'm right behind you.”Karen smiled, turning to walk back to the house, glancing at the two young women talking. They weren't holding hands anymore. Karen didn't think that was a good sign for Samantha. She briefly thought about herself, Dave and Lani which sent goose bumps down her arms, a. ” She said casually, holding the keys of Mark’s car out to me.I looked at her, then at him as he looked at me waiting to see my reaction, which of course, was taking the keys and going to do as I had been told. I got a big suitcase out of the trunk, and started dragging it into the house, only to lose my grip and let it fall at the door once my eyes landed on them. They were making out, right in the hall. I knew that Morgan initiated that kiss. As I watched them touch their lips together, I was. .. sweet! Not nasty at ALL.How could it be SWEET? she wondered. The stuff coated her mouth and she had to run her tongue around and collect everything to swallow a second time. She came out of her 'autopilot' daze and realized her left hand was covered with the sperm she had just wiped off her face, and her right hand was still wrapped around his now oozing penis. She looked up at her Uncle's face to see what his reaction to all this was and he was simply looking at her. If he'd been laughing,. But for now this was a break he'd gladly hang onto.Absently, she wished he would touch her again as simply as he had before, but she was grateful that they seemed to get along just as well without the sexual tension they had in the hallway. "Caf-Pow. My drink of choice is Caf-Pow. Do you think we'll be able to get some when we're undercover?" Caf-Pow?" he asked, thinking about it and picturing a soda cup. Her expression was deeply concerned, and he realized it might be hitting her hard. "Extra.