(*Wendy-J) Elaine, why do you write? A form of relaxation, practicing or this is what you like to write?(Elaine) I like to write! It is therapeutic, b...t it is very time consuming and I find I don't have the time as I did.(Anne-Mal) Is it because of the lack of feedback?(Elaine) You could be right about the lack of feedback Anne.(Darkside) Elaine, how long does it take you to write a story?(Elaine) A long time! Some have taken months, some have taken weeks! The longer the story, the harder it. She couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound. Her whole body was in overload. Electric sparks flying over her whole body originating from deep within her pussy. After a few moments her body relaxed a little and she continued rocking on my tongue. The pleasure, the sparks engulfing her whole body.Her senses returned a little, but guilt forming that she had such release but yet I was still hard and holding on to my load. She dismounted and made her way back between my legs. She looked into my eyes. ”“What does that mean?”“I don’t know,” I whined.“Do you not like any of them?”“They’re all very nice,” I said.“Why did you call me?” she asked.“Could you talk to them?” I begged.I think she dropped the phone. There was a lot of laughter. So much for my brilliant plan. I heard her catch her breath and pick up the phone.“Are they near?” she asked.“Yes.”“Go to them and hand one of them the phone. I’ll solve this for you,” Beth said.I felt a lot better. Beth had always been on my side. Something in. I think she was somewhat tuned on by me, and flattered by my $60 which she didn’t want to think I just wasted. So she kept grinded me, stroking my dick, and it was getting faster. It was so hot, it almost felt like I was in heaven. I knew toward the end, I was going to cum. The rational side of me didn’t want to do it because it was messy and I thought I’d embarrass myself in front of her, but I also wanted the orgasm. I’m convinced to this day she made me cum on purpose. I finally came through.