Must be something about you. How could you get them to believe you were going to write a book using psychic powers you haven't got?''So what's the ans...er then? Give up the whole idea? Tell them it was all a misunderstanding?''How about having a "brainstorming" session with Jeremy, where we all throw in ideas and you follow up the best ones? We may or may not find a way forward, but at least we'd have tried. Better ask Alicia as well. We don't want her to feel left out, though since she started. You allow yourself a little time to dry off before entering, busying yourself with looking over the wooden structure, and admiring the stone walls of the tavern that remind you of home. The unusual pattern and sharp rugged edges... you reach out, resting your hand on it. Small streams of rain trickle down the wall, teasing your fingers as they dance their way to the ground. You close your eyes. It was a simpler life then. Not always on the road, roaming from place to place. If only...“It’s just. But neither girl came quickly. No, they were having a competition, a slow-race to the Big-O contest to see which of them could squeeze the maximum pleasure out of squeezing that maxi-cock toy up their pussies.The object of the game was to delay major orgasm ( minor ones or Cherry O's, as they called them, were permissible.) The winner would be she who took the longest time so as to increase sexual tension and enjoyment and intensity of the Big-O. Then ( part 2 of the dare ) to outdo the other. How everything revolved around the baby now. As my cock settled to normalcy, I made my way out of the pool, just as my aunt announced dinner was ready. It was nice eating outside in the warm evening. Again, my aunt sat across from me, torturing me in a halter summer dress and freshly showered skin and wet hair. Her big breasts giving a slight jiggle every time she moved. She announced she was going to put the baby to bed and would be back downstairs later. I retreated to my bedroom to shower.