No problem." My mom looked over the painting at her husband. "Do you have enough room to drive honey ?" she asked him. "Sure," he answered. she could ...nly see his head. "Can you even see me?" she laughed. "Only your head, dear." Are you comfortable?" She wiggled her ass around on my lap. "Yea, I don't mind this at all." Dad turned on the radio, as I was listening to the music, but with my mother on my lap gently rocking with the movements of the car I was starting to get a hard on. I was sure. Whats amazing to me is how many people (women especially) seem to be awestruck by knowing a published author. Eventually, one of them will ask, quietly, Does your book have any dirty sex scenes in it? I always reply that I write things Im familiar with and Id need something I could relate to, before I could write about dirty sex. In the three years since my first book, Ive found four who like teaching me about dirty sex. 1023 words later, the story about my best dirty sex teacher begins…. The. She started moaning, “Oh, Doc!” Slowly the doctor increased the movement. He was moving it faster and faster while going deeper and deeper.She continued to stroke his cock. But at one point she was feeling so much pleasure that she couldn’t focus on stroking his dick. “Ahh, faster! faster! faster!” she shouted until with a loud scream she squirted out all the lady juices of her vagina.Her scream was loud that it echoed in the hallway where the prisoners were kept. She gave out so much juice. When I informed her I was looking at the VIP package, she asked if this was my first time. I told her it was. She said in that case, I was entitled to a ten percent discount.She also asked if I had a preference as to which therapist I wanted. I looked up the pictures of the various women and again was struck by the gentle smile I had noticed before. I told her I would like Johanna the name under the picture. I gave her my credit card number and was now booked for a ten to six o'clock.