Concise it may be, but powerful it is.So why should it be linear? Why would it fit into the confines of the linear? It wouldn't! It shouldn't! No: the...best short story is not immensely structured, fitting into a prepared time line of events that set plot and drama into stone. It is a slice of life, a snapshot, a piece of time that is taken from the imagination of the author and stamped with the speed of machinery into the mind of the reader.Stamped so fast that it may never be forgotten.Short. If I’m really honest, I still don’t understand what he sees in me, a divorced mother of three nearly ten years older than him. I’ve lost weight over the last year despite the pregnancies and have toned up a lot by running and using the gym but I still wake up many mornings amazed at my good fortune – in that respect at least. I’m much more confident and pro-active in bed now too. Even living together all this time, we make love almost every day. Paul has taught me a few more tricks and. Damn, her pussy was dripping, that wonderful love juice was running down her inner thighs. It made me so fucking horny to know I had caused it. Spreading her lips with two fingers, my middle finger gently stroked her clit. She was making sounds I had only heard a few times before. Every time she exhaled, “Uhh, uhh, uhh” Katie was about to cum, with a cock in her ass. Stroking her clit, making small circles with my very wet finger did it! “Oh FUCK, I’m CUMMING”. And she did. The climax hit her. ”I am almost paraphrasing my man, “Enjoy baby, his cock is huge, your turn on is my turn on and this a big turn on for me,” I tell him, very agitated as I watch him using two hands to stroke Mike’s erection. Both men have full on erections, wonderful eye candy for me. My man is like a child in a chocolate shop as he feasts on Mike’s erection, licking and kissing it as he pushes it back against his torso.“Tell us again how big you are Mike,” I tease agitated and very turned on watching two.