" Amanda said. "Just like he does for your games, and Lisa's" You recorded my softball games?" There was something in Lisa's voice. I hoped that it wa...s some joy, but I couldn't tell."Oh yes he did, and he had started to record your basketball games too. He collects all the trophies and little prizes from all his children," Andy responded, waving at my treasure wall full of the achievements of Michael and his 'full' sister Kathy."Nothing of mine is up there." She was still fighting us. She knew. Wouldn't you like to see his face when the both of us walk down the aisle in dresses and carrying flowers?" You are an evil man, Don. If you can do it, I'll play along. I leave my fate in your hands, 'sister'." Not in my hands, Jantina. In Jenny's.Charlene, Jenny's mom...My mother, may she rest in peace, often told the story of how I came into the kitchen one day with my sister Betty. I was about two years old and had my arm wrapped around her neck, she had a blue tinge to her chubby cheeks. Oh I don't know what I mean."Then I told her all about Cindy as I sat down at the table. She joined me and listened intently as I told her my story."Cindy," I began, "Was someone whom I fell in love with. I don't know why actually, I mean she and I had totally different ideas on everything in life. We had met at a Super Bowl party. Somehow after the party I took her home and ended up spending the night with her."I paused for a second and then Madam Anastasia encouraged me to continue, "Please,. Slowly putting pressure on that secret place of hers. Her breath was getting ragged, the sounds from her throat continued to surprise her. He gently pulled the damp material to one side as his tongue began to touch her... taste her... tease her. Slowly up one side and down the other, his breath so warm his tongue so wet. He paused long enough to reach beneath her and liberate her from the soft pink panties that had somehow become very wet. His hands were underneath her as he resumed his.