She was way out of his league. He had barely, graduated from high school and most of what he learned be learned himself the hard way. Upstairs, Kayla ...woke from her short nap and reached for her laptop which was on the nightstand. She disciplined herself to try and write a little each day. For what seemed like hours, she stared at the blank page of the word processor. The nagging, hunger gnawing at her innermost, depths intruding into her thoughts, The sumptuous aroma of the ham cooking in the. " You don't need to be," she said as she headed straight for the bathroom. "I'm just too tired to care about anything but taking a shower and going to sleep. Are you going to wash me or am I doing it myself."While she started the water, I stripped and then found her sitting on the can trying to shit."Shit, I'm sorry," I said, turning to leave."Joey, it's okay. Come stand over here."I stood where she had indicated with her finger, then watched her strain for several more minutes before she stood. It wasn't particularly original, of course, but Inevertheless believed I could try my hand at it. If memory serves, thisgerm had matured enough by early 2004 for me to start the writingprocess. The tale that I had in mind was far less ambitious than thefinal product: it basically covered just the mid-2000s Halloween partyand its immediate aftermath, with a clear-cut ending and a reliablenarrator. I initially aimed at a size of about 50 to 80 kilobytes inplaintext (around 10,000 words or a bit. The juices she poured out now were coating almost a yard of Oluth’s busy fuck-dragon. Aryth just pounded and pounded away, like he was trying to found a mine or oil-well from somewhere deep inside Saela and she could only twist and moan in response, sobbing with pleasure now. Aryth, it seemed, inspired the rest of the bulls, and soon a legion of women were bent over Oluth’s cock being taken roughly. Cocks invaded cunts in a veritable symphony of sex, and perhaps half a dozen women were being.