The images that flew past her mind’s eye were dreamy, pleasant. She let the jets of the Jacuzzi massage her body, she felt them on her back, her leg... and against her belly. Sliding down a bit she moved her chests into the path of the rushing water, enjoying the feeling of the pressure. A little of this and her mind began to wander to her life with Martin. In particular, her sex life. She felt the jets against her flesh and she was encouraged to slide a hand down into her bikini. Just as her. “I’m sorry. But you threw them away so I thought ... I mean, we kind of wondered what you write about and ... oh god I’m not really that girl but I figured I could get to know you a little better by ... is this really what you’re writing? Like, sex stuff?”I don’t want to leave her hanging here but I should explain. Of course I’m writing the next Great American Novel. Who isn’t? But honestly, a lot of times when I’m moving the pencil what comes out isn’t greatness or even novelness. We’re taught. Within a couple of minutes later I heard them both swearing and Jenny fell back into his chest as he grabbed and pawed at her chest. Jack’s cock slid out and his sister quickly gobbled it into her mouth, sending him into a thrashing fit as his orgasmic senses overpowered his self-control. Jane stood up in the center of the tub, back to me, hands on hips and I could just make out her words of, “Oh great! Both of you are spent and happy and my pussy is quivering for some attention. What about. "Mary turned and walked away calling me a "motherfucking asshole" under her breath as she and Wanda got off the platform. Now, Mary is married to another wonderful human being, man, talk about two peas in a fucking pod, and thank God they don't have any children. Oh, Mary is attractive, in looks. However, she is not any knockout. I had decided at that point and time that one day, somehow, I would make her pay for being such a cunt to me.Maybe today was the beginning of that day; I sure hope it.