Now you’ve got my curiosity up. I’m trying to figure out who you might be. I haven’t met any horribly disfigured men at the courthouse nor any 9...-year-olds either.It’s nice that you are concerned about my well-being. That doesn’t happen much to reporters. I am touched.I’ll stop nagging you to meet me, but the dinner invitation remains open if you change your mind.Don’t forget about me if you come up with another of those amazing Tommy Cox revelations.Jake checked his watch. The women were. They all said that it was too erotic for a mainstream audience. One reviewer even went so far as to say, “Anyone writing about raping his own sister, even if it was true, should go into therapy instead of starting to write non-fiction.”Ha!Still, he sold a few thousand copies, barely recouping his costs.I ran into him at a bar. He didn’t recognize me at all. I dyed my hair jet black and had piercings in my ears, nose, nipples and clit.“Aren’t you Sean Holder, the guy who wrote that book about. I grabbed some warm oil and started massaging her pussy while using my thumb to massage her asshole…hhhmmmm sammm it feels nice baby..keep massaging my asshole….I inserted my thumb in her ass, ouchhhh slow down baby,she said…I started moving my thumb in and out while I kept rubbing her pussy…Her asshole adjusted to my thumb and she started enjoying…Feels nice baby…..Keep it in my ass sweety…ohhhhh yeahh……She moved her hand to her pussy and started rubbing it in excitement…..My cock was semi. “What are you trying to do to me? Is that your way of sweeping me off my feet?” Then her eyes glazed over again, with a look of pure lust and desire. She then spoke the words that would be etched into my mind with indelible ink for the rest of my days. “Are you going to fuck me the way I've always wanted you to?” A feeding frenzy of desire ensued that consumed both of us. Hands fumbled with what buttons remained, tugging, discarding and pulling at any stitch of clothing that dared to get in our.