There was something menacing about the man."Don't I know you?" he said, talking to Christina. "Yes, you're the widow Collins."She peered up at him wit... lowered lashes now and recognized him as one of the local town cops. She had seen him around town a few times but they had never exchanged a word."Steven, I think we had better leave!" she said."You're not going anywhere, either one of you!" the big cop said."Look Officer, we don't want any trouble. We'll leave now." she said, turning to Steven. Within seconds the juices were flowing freely as Mandy swivelled her hips. "Oh yesssssss," she enthused. "Oh God yesssssss. Lick meeeeeee you dirty fucker."Clearly accomplished in the fine art of cunnilingus, Alan's tongue darted into the cleft like a tadpole in a stream, searching for the throbbing clit. Lapping furiously, folds of soft pink pussy were eased apart as Mandy groaned feverishly, grinding her body back to meet the heated ministrations, cunt honey slopping like maple syrup on the. Intellectually, he knew that no one would questionthe passport holder - he had passed the test twice already. But the mostdifficult test was ahead of him, and, if he allowed himself to dwell onit, he had to admit that he was terrified.Ken looked at the passport again. It was not his, so he held it like atreasure map, and was excessively careful with it. Paradoxically, it wasboth his means of escape and his link to his past for it properlybelonged to his younger sister, Kathy. As brother and. ‘The main reasons I say that you have even greater potential is your natural facility with words, as well as the fact that you take the time and effort in your erotic fantasies to build character, provide background, and explore the human needs and desires of your people in more than just a sexual way. Most erotic story authors are so anxious to get down and dirty with the reader that they neglect, or just plain forget, these important aspects of telling a tale.’ I was sucking down every word.