To make his point, Dexter asked, “Are you planning on getting married, soon?”“No. I’m only sixteen,” Sarah said surprised that he would even...ask the question.“Is Will planning on getting married, soon?”“No,” Sarah answered.Dexter said, “We’ll cross those ‘family events’ bridges when we get to them. For now, I’m going to stick with the status quo.”“There’s no bend in you, is there?” Sarah asked.“Nope,” Dexter answered. “I’m an inflexible bastard.”Sarah shook her head. She smirked thinking that. Not at the moment anyway. "Stories." "Great. I do a little writing myself, you know." She looked over at me quickly as we continued down the highway. "I'd like to see what you're writing. If I recall correctly, I'd turned you into a pretty fine writer when we were at school. You were hurling adverbs and flowery adjectives around like there was no tomorrow.” "You never know, Danny. You just might get to see some of it... soon," she said rather mysteriously. I wondered what she meant. We arrived. Strands of Vanessa's sex juice dripped from her cunt as she humped and sucked on these young hard studs. The young men were still swelling with lust. Wendell grunted, fucking her cunt with a cock that had to be at least nine inches long. Akbar humped Mrs. J's face with a large cock that was at least eight inches long, thrusting it down her throat. Tom and Mike couldn't stand it any longer and both stepped up to Mrs. J. who, in her lust-induced state, grasped both cocks. Her small hands couldn't. "Yeah. Time for action," I pressed, trying to get her excited about the idea."No! Talk about spotlights on! The pressure..." Pressure? Spotlights? That's my whole point. They're not there. You're putting the pressure on yourself." I just wanted to talk," she said quietly.I sighed. "Well, I don't know what the answer is." My tone was more heavy than I wanted."Well, that's why I thought we could talk about it," she said. The defensiveness crept into her voice, and I took another deep breath..