(*Wendy-J) Elaine, why do you write? A form of relaxation, practicing or this is what you like to write?(Elaine) I like to write! It is therapeutic, b...t it is very time consuming and I find I don't have the time as I did.(Anne-Mal) Is it because of the lack of feedback?(Elaine) You could be right about the lack of feedback Anne.(Darkside) Elaine, how long does it take you to write a story?(Elaine) A long time! Some have taken months, some have taken weeks! The longer the story, the harder it. Saturated concrete disintegrates when frozen and the local climate insured many, many freezing nights come winter.Despite the use of forced air heating and cooling I'd insist on two fireplaces: one small working fireplace equipped with a crane and roaster, positioned at the edge of the kitchen and one centered within the living room wall. It was to be larger and designed for light, heat and atmosphere.I would insist on wooden flooring, large over-stuffed leather chairs and couches, carpets. I slowly removed her panties and slid them down her legs, I can hear Erika's breathing get a little heavier. Once I removed her panties, I trace my fingers back up to her clean shaven pussy. I spread her pussy lips a little and kiss her. She tasted so fresh. I lick her feverishly and she starts panting, faintly at first. I placed one leg over my shoulder and burried my face in her tight eighteen year old pussy, pushing my tongue in deeper causing her panting to get louder. She unclasped her. As the heat subsided, we got up, only to find the bed sheet was soaking wet near her butt with her pussy-juices. Her hair was all entangled, I was sweating. Her pussy bush was also wet & glistening.She was smiling lightly, and I was, well confused at what we had just done. “Bhabhi, you are not angry are you?” I asked her as if to judge myself. She simply nodded, “no one should ever know about this” I nodded, and went to switch on the light.She stopped me and said let the lights be off. “i am.