I can’t help feeling the need to keep it ‘in the family,’ around people who can understand and enjoy what I’m talking about. Any discussion of...what I do requires a lot of careful probing to see if these people are cool. Will they be in on it with me? Or, will I scare them into yanking their children off the street as I walk past? It would be easier if I wrote ‘erotica.’ I don’t. I write porn. Some people go on and on about the distinction until they’re blue in the face, but it’s just the same. “Suit yourself!” I said to her as I switched the car on and began to pull out of the parking lot.“Oohhh Robbie, it feels so good” she teased. I readjusted my mirror to get a direct look between her legs. Her middle and ring fingers were sliding in and out. She was moaning each time and getting louder as she got faster.“I want that cock again” she groaned from the back.“My pussy needs it so bad, I want you to fill me up and make me cum. I want to cum all over that big hard cock of yours!”“Fuck”. "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him and you should be ashamed of yourself! God loves drunk people too you know."The man does as he's told, gets dressed and goes out into the pounding rain.He calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?" Yes," comes back the answer."Do you still need a push?" calls out the husband."Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark."Where are you?" asks the husband."Over here. The rotund bloke looked pleased with my remark; I hope it made his day.Now I was off to make Miriam's day.OCSET's regional HQ building was one of those glass and steel temples erected in praise of the Profit Motive. You could have held the World Cup final in the reception area, providing you moved the palms, cactus plants, and other exotic examples of flora.The snooty woman on the reception desk – Flora? – changed from aloof to fawning when I revealed myself as a visitor to Mrs. Desmond, and.