The Proofer scanned the text for unlikely spelling or grammar issues, the mouse wheel slowly turning under The Authoress' fingertip. She knew his read...ng pace. The penny dropped for Dee. They were obviously intimate. Perhaps lovers!Dee's imagination ran rampant and hoped that she may be about to see one of The Authoress' amazing sex scenes played out before her. Dee felt her breathing become irregular. She took a sip of beer to try and cool down, but her traitorous pussy was sending electric. Her words had ended my toilet paper tube remembrance and returned me to the phone conversation.“Pain and pleasure are fun together but only if the pain does not cause a negative reaction physically, emotionally, or both,” I reminded her.“I want to try some new, um, things, including maybe a little anal too,” she had said.“New things, like what,” I asked.“We can talk about it later,” she said in a mischievous tone.“Ok, you win,” I said, “I have to get back to work so we will continue this. If he was more open, this would not have happened. Hedid not know why it happened, but had a feeling it was about Cindyalso.Her doubts were more about herself than him. She explained that she didnot feel worthy of him giving her a second chance. His response wasthat it was not him giving her a second chance, but them givingthemselves a second chance. She went on to ask about what if it didnot work out. He reassured her it was worth having the regret of tryingand failing than not to try and. The mental picture of Moms' pussy and Dad licking and sucking at it had my cock so hard it was almost painful and I soon had the panties round it and was stroking it firmly and rapidly and watching myself in the mirror. I reached a climax quite quickly and my seed squirted out so hard the first couple of jets splattered against the mirror and the rest landed in the sink. I was surprised at the obvious effort of my stomach muscles in ejaculating as I could clearly see them flexing in the mirror.