Stories, that’s what I write. I write fiction, sometimes based on real life that comes out of the left side of my brain, somewhere towards the back....I write stories that I think are believable and use both my wife and editor to make sure there aren’t too many errors, even though I’m constantly reminded that I’m still using ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ incorrectly. Both my editor and my wife say that I should branch out to other categories and I’m working on that but it’s hard. I’ve been married three. Sarah pointed through the bush.Up a grassy slope and no more than thirty feet away, Kate could see a boy sunning himself on a lounge. A flagstone patio was tucked behind the garage and next to the kitchen, making it completely private from the street.That was good because it was clear from his ass that the boy was completely naked. The lack of tan lines indicated this was not the first time either.Kate could see that Sarah was ecstatic. Kate had to admit that the age and size of the boy matched. “Stop,” she pleaded. “Stop for a minute baby.” He pulled his cock halfway out of her pussy, feeling her holding onto him tightly. Tanya began biting a little finger, moaning softly. Her body felt slick with sweat beneath him. Dillon raised himself slightly and blew down on her breasts lightly, causing her nipples to grow even longer. She giggled and moaned when he did this again, sounding a little embarrassed. “Mm.” “You have a wonderful little pussy,” Dillon said in his best Russian. “You. With her hand, she reached and slotted him, sinking down on him slowly. She could tell he was just a smidgen longer than her father, because that thing that her father had pressed against, as he spurted into her, complained a little bit, as Dave's prick pressed it harder. She wiggled, not knowing what she was doing, and then sighed as she felt the pain lessen, and he went just a little deeper.She rocked, slowly, just loving the feel of being full, and of the pressure points his body was.