I moan gently as I feel your teeth sink into my neck after you moved my soft scarf with your nose. Your breath hot against my skin sending wonderfully...chilling shivers down my spine.I try to keep my eyes locked on the couple before us, but I feel my eyes going in and out of focus as you suck, nibble and caress me. I push myself against your hand hard trying to feel your hand on my clit through my jeans. "No," you say, just one word and I stop instantly, whining at you.My eyes focus suddenly as. But in actuality it's been more of a 'reflection' onmyself as an author. Pausing to give myself a break and to consider othermore important things in my life. And there have been many including anew marriage and health issues. So maybe it's time for me to share withall of you how I see things now as far as my writing goes. I was inspiredto write this after seeing a post from Anonymous Writer a few days agowhere he/she was just talking about ideas, answering questions, etc.Might be good for all. Within seconds he had recovered, and their places were reversed.He knew from the tutorials, that this was common and accepted, but he only remembered this happening in the small village of his youth, but never in the open, where adults could see. He remembered doing much the same as the males here. There were three boys that spent years with him, till they were drawn away by girls. They always seemed to return for some fun though, even when their girlfriends or wives tried to keep them. Amy kept her pussy trimmed quite closely, so it was relatively easy to find her crack, so when her finger brushed over her clit, Amy stiffened, but still made no move to get away or stop Sherri from her probing! After almost a minute of this "accidental" touching, Sherri knew that she had her as she boldly slid the yellow bottoms off Amy's slim hips. It was as quiet as a funeral, but Sherri broke the silence when she calmly said, "Amy, I'm going to eat your slit, lay down on the bed please.".