V and back again.“What’s wrong?” she says with a snort.“Sometimes life is just overwhelming. You know?”There's a pause. “Yeah, of course I... know,” Cheryl says.“But I’m not sure you do know, Cheryl,” says Dennis. He is now staring at her, his red eyes even and magnetizing.“Um, okay,” says Cheryl. “I mean you just said that everybody’s suffering is the same…”“Cheryl. I’m not sure you do know,” says Dennis. “And I’m not saying this out of disrespect. I’m saying it because you are one of the most. “Me? What did I do?”“Stimulating conversation. A diversion from my job, which I love, but you know what they say about all work and no play.”Tiffany was hitting her G-spot again in silence, while I was flicking my perky brown nipples. “What do they say?” I panted.“Are you sure you're okay?”The vibrator was tickling my inner lips. “I'm sure.”“Did you leave your blender on? I thought I heard a something like a kitchen appliance.”Think, Honey, think. “My laundry? In the, uh, washing machine? It. Looking at her watch, she knew it was time. No turning back as she grabbed her purse and got out of the car. With trembling hands she attempted to straighten out her skirt of the creases created from sitting and driving. Her heartbeat was pounding through her chest and she was sure anyone within a passing distance could hear it like a jack-hammer. The glass doors opened automatically as she approached, almost as if they knew she was coming, so welcoming yet so detached. How many different. Then, his eyes opened, and he looked at her. Their eyes connected and there was nothing there, nothing except love.It only made her more eager. It only made her tired body move even faster. She leaned forward as she rose to her knees and shimmied her rear end back, her left hand coming to rest on her brother’s massive chest and the other reaching under her – reaching behind her. As her body drew down, her hand gripped his massive staff and aimed it. Never losing sight of his eyes – never losing.