You start with a brilliant idea for a story and somewhere along the line it no longer seems brilliant. The flow stops, the ideas dry up, and all that ...ou are left with are scattered stagnant pools of words. I guess my biggest problem is that I try to come up with different scenarios for each of my stories. Finding a new and different one is getting increasingly difficult. I have tried on several occasions to use different story devices, some work, some don’t, some that I thought worked well. We can’t show weakness whatever they will dish out.” Gillyn commented. “That goes for all of us, not just the women. Even if they assume we women are the easy targets for their terror games, the men will be affected too. You are not much older than Athea; do you have the self-control you demand of your sister?”Roban smiled at her. “You are a very smart woman Gillyn. The Canbierra are lucky to have you as their leader. It’s the second reason why I didn’t want my sister to come with us. She will. Jealous? Oh&hellip,listen son, Im sorry. I guess I wasnt thinking, you know. I havent felt this young in a while, guess I got carried away. Look, why dont I go get some groceries and you guys can have some time alone? No no, thats not what I meant dad. Im glad youre having fun. I love that youre having fun. Haha. I guess Im a bit jealous that shes spending more time with you than me I mean. Haha. Dont be jealous son. I promise were gonna get some serious father-son time in. I owe to big time. ......oh god that's........oh...its......” His hands kept methodically squeezing and pulling apart her buttcheeks. Her ass was definitely getting worked over. He decided to keep going down. His kisses traveled back down her ass, lingered in the spot between her ass and genitalia, and his hands were used to spread her legs a little wider. He looked down and saw her pussy lips just waiting for him. She was completely clean. Brazilian wax? Well, her parents were brazilian weren't they? Ha all the.