Bobby and Sammy have made what looks to be a delicious chicken casserole with noodles and cheese. John and I think that dinner looks delicious and mak... ourselves a plate each. As I sit at the dinner table, I think about the sister of the female agent. I wonder if she is anywhere as beautiful as the agent. I get the agent’s concern as lots of families to have that one stupid child that can’t seem to find someone that is able to find someone decent to date, but instead they end up creating a baby. Time to time, thoughts of my time spent with Fatima came to my mind and I used to get instantly hard on. But, In the end there was no recourse, I couldn’t talk to her on phone, neither did I have her contact number. I knew she was active on Yahoo Messenger. How did I know? Well, that’s another story.Post-2000 when all the problems happened and I was not on speaking terms with her, I had created a fake Yahoo Messenger ID with a female profile, of a girl based in USA and almost same age as her. U bitch..sexy slut…’ I pushed myself still harder and harder till my tip touched her womb. That heavenly feeling make me like a drunkard. She stretched her legs still wider to accommodate me and reduce the pain. I increased my speed now and kept fucking her. My every hard push made her body to jump and the boobs danced. My hands patted them violently and pinched her nipples. She was also moaning now loudly…’Ahhhhhhhhhmm….hhhhhhh.mmmmmmmmm..oh Sir…ahhhhhhh’ I encouraged her to talk..’Come on. She mademe sit up straight, keep myself neat and not talk out of turn. In ourgame, I would do something "bad" and she would discipline me. Send me tothe corner, make me write on the blackboard phrases like "I will neveragain be a bad girl!" or even pretend to hit my bottom with a ping pongpaddle. This always led to screams of laughter.Another favorite game was putting makeup on each other and doing ournails. More often, I'd put polish on Rosalee's finger and toenails,pretending I was giving her.