Inspired by the heroic work that women like Sister Mary Packer do, I started a personal version of Big Sisters. On the East Side. Poor, sometimes deso...late neighborhoods. Troost, east to Prospect, 15 or so blocks.Mostly poor, mostly black, mostly single, mothers. Young mothers with young daughters. A forgotten, or ignored, population.Someone called my little effort the East Side Sisters and the name stuck. I started with Peggy Rawlings, then Vanessa Henderson volunteered. Today there are nine of. "Two great orgasms for you tonight. You should be good to go now for fucking me really long and well like I deserve for my ten-thousand dollars, yes?"Amy got up and repositioned the cameras, placing one facing the windows that overlooked The Strip and the other one at the bed. Pulling John onto the bed, she let him roll onto his back to regroup. Grasping his manhood once again to lick and stoke him back into action, he was soon fully erect again. Amy looked once more into the camera. "Time. We just couldn't get enough of each other.it was wild,uncharted,primal love-making and the sex was just off tha face of earth.we were very young at the time of the wedding,21 to be exact,we were wild and believed our love could make up for everything.now that we were 30,without c***dren and my husband running one of the most important company off the forbes magazine,we just did nothave time for each other. we still loved each other but we just don't have time for each other .sure,we do have. The sun shines brilliantly and the high clouds drift across the clear blue sky with such elegance. Your hands feel clammy and you use them to push you up to a standing position, which only causes more sand to stick to your palms, bounded by the combined sweat and moisture from the air. You try looking for any signs of human activity such as smoke but there was none in sight.Still dazed and confused as to how you got on an island, you stagger towards the entrance of the dense jungle. You are.