Full stop. That's more like it. Focus on the romance, not the silly book's deadline."I scratch my head. I should take my own advice.Feeling meditative... I save the file and log off. I've written more than I thought I would, under the circumstances, but I can't write anymore. Not with our disagreement still unresolved. Besides, this story's not what I'm supposed to be writing. It's not my novel.Not that it matters. How can I write without you? I look at my watch and quickly calculate that it's. Then she brushed and towel-dried her long black hair and wore it naturally straight. Amy looked at her twenty-one-year-old, 5' 5, 122 pound cute frame inside her mirror."Damn I'm cute. Shit! I have to go, I am running late now."Looking at the time it was going on 8:49 and she knew she wasn't going to make it on time now. Then she exited her apartment, made sure she had everything and then walked down to her car. Amy got her keys out of her purse and unlocked the car.Amy got in and started it. I walked downstairs to answer it, and it was the girls. I opened the door, and as expected, Samantha flew into my arms.“I missed you!” She said.“Hi” I replied, stunned. Sam kissed me on the lips and I returned it, but it only lasted about 5 seconds. When Spencer came downstairs and saw us kissing, I could tell he was jealous, because he took Madison by the hand and asked her if she liked smosh. When they were gone, Sam got down and tried to unbutton my jeans.“Wait, I’m going to try. “And your cock is pressed up against my pussy?” “Right again.” “And by now we’re both covered in reef oil?” “That sounds about right.” I used my secret muscles to massage the few inches of iron inside me as I bobbed weightlessly up and down on his tool. That floating sensation – the contrast between the cold water and the hard, hot flesh sliding effortlessly into the warm, softness of my love canal – it all felt so surreal. I was holding my orgasm at bay, but I could feel it right there,.