After several attempts to do it right and many kind words from the editor of the site she was told that her story would be posted soon. Mandi checked ...he site three times a day until she saw her story posted for the entire world to see."All the other writers will see my story now," she thought proudly to herself. "I wish there was some way to know some of them."Several weeks passed before Mandi posted her second story. She always placed her e-mail address at the end of each story. She hoped. " What about your father?" He... died about ten years ago. Some kind of accident at the factorywhere he and mom worked." Oh, Jerry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up old pains." It's okay." I kissed her again. "Is there anything else you'd like to do?" I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fuck my ass like it was apussy."I kissed her and said, "Your wish is my command." I laid her on her backand lifted her legs up to her tits. I took my cock, which was still rockhard, and put. And that he was still an asshole. When I got back to my hotel I slipped the bellboy $50 and told him to send up the most expensive hooker he could find. “I know just the one, Mr Davito,” he grinned, “but she charges $800 an hour.” I nodded my approval.Twenty minutes later Linda knocked at my door. She gasped when I opened the door, and I’m sure I did as well. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. Her curly auburn hair now hung in waves framing the face I had thought of for years. Her. It was the middle of fifth period and no one would be in here for a while. I slam Jessica against the lockers and force my tongue down her throat. After a few minutes of this she pushes me off of her and has me sit down on a bench. She begins to perform a striptease for me. She sways her hips as she slowly and sexily removes her clothing. She peels off her shirt, slowly, and frees her braless tits from their prison. They bounce as the clothing departs from her skin. Her perfectly pink, quarter.