How could a writer break into that glorious world of authorship and acclaim if he was never given a chance. The most I could do was post stories on th... internet. I had well over 200 stories running around on the internet, spread out over seven sites that accepted stories, by the time I was in this seedy bar, trying to drink and pop my way into death with the pills. But even then, not one had ever been picked up by a publisher, and they never would be. Yet some new author came into being every. We met some of our friends that we had graduated with also. Some were home from college as well and others just never left. It was good to be with them. It made us feel like we were back in high school again.However, one thing made our trip back home worth the visit. One night, one very late night, after Cheryl Lynn and I had been out, we decided to pay a visit to our alma mater. I remember driving into the parking lot at two o’clock in the morning. The security lights were on and. I pulled my shorts up and tried to think of something else so that my swelling would go away. It was too late though.“Is that a roll of quarters or are you just happy to see me” Lydia said slyly as she wantonly walked in to our room with just a bra and panties on. I hadn’t noticed it yet, but she was already starting to develop. She had nice B cup tits and a slender waist from all of the swimming that she does. Her ass was already just as big if not bigger than our mothers. I watched it wiggle. He was happy he could make cum happy he could bring her pleasure he knew what she wanted he knew what she needed and he was happy to give it to her. He slid between her legs pushing them apart she lifted and separated them holding a knees back. She felt the mushroom head pushing at her lips felt then pushing in stretching her filling her completely the length he touched places that we never touched he stretched her and she molded around him. He was gentle and caring moving slowly kissing and.