“You have to offer it to me, my love. I need your permission, and I need your will.” Sara ground forward a bit, revealing a fraction of an inch mo...e of her. Seraph bucked once beneath her, softly, in acquiescence. He was burning up. His desire was pushing all thought from his head, and the scent of Sara’s room was filling the vacant space, making it impossible to gather his thoughts. Sara chuckled lowly, and gave him a pitying look, forgiving him his apparent ignorance.“Not like that. Offer. I don’t need the drama,” I said.“Exactly,” Carlita inserted. “His friend, though ... He’s a nice guy. We’ve collaborated on things before.”“It’s a matter of ‘I get to choose’,” I said. “And I choose to work with one and not the other. Drama, like you said.”“People can be hard to deal with,” Brindy sighed. “So anyway ... we’re good?”“Good,” I said. “Now, my step-mom ... I’ll talk to her. Y’all need to come visit for dinner. Your Dave, he’s sociable, I take it?”“He is. Our Dave...” I noted. I think she came out OK, but I could have dealtwith her better. The Slow Reality aspect was going to be emphasizedmore, but I found that the story became awkward if I stuck to that plotdevice. So, though the 3 stages of changes were still there, I didn'tplay it up after the first few.I don't know that I'll ever write another story, but I would love to haveyour feedback about the overall story, plot, writing style, etc. if youwill offer it. I feel like my writing got better as I went, but. She guided his big hand between her beautiful, long legs. ‘I think that would be wonderful,’ she said with a smile. ‘Will you let me suck this big, long, hard thing?’ She asked with lust in her soft voice as she reached to caress his massive cock. ‘I also want you to rub it all over my tiny, wet pussy!’ Leona whispered in his ear. ‘You want that?’ He teased reaching to roll her left nipple between his fingers. ‘You want a big, hard cock like mine in your pretty mouth?’ He teased again feeling.