‘Inspiration! That’s the last thing I need. I’ve got inspiration coming out my ears. What I need is to get some writing done. Not an idea for ye... another story.’ ‘Surely you need inspiration before you know what story to write,’ she said. ‘I’ve got ideas for five novels and about fifteen short stories that I’ve haven’t written. And probably never will,’ I replied. ‘I don’t need any more.’ ‘Oh,’ she said softly. ‘Anyway,’ I smiled. ‘Inspiration is supposed to come from inside me, or from my own. Maximillion grew up and learned all the things that a travelingmerchant needed to make money. He was so good in his teens thathis parents had him work the other parts of the town that theywere in at the time. He more than doubled their profit. Theywere proud of him. He usually worked with his sister, Grettle,who was 4 years younger than Max. Max remembered that hisparents had to visit the witch in the capital's castle about ayear before she was born. The castle where Lord Paul von Criten,the. One night my sister-in-law was out drinking heavily all night. She started early in the afternoon at home and went to the bar later that night.I was laying in bed after having some drinks to myself when I heard the door open and slam shut. It was my sister-in-law and she was wasted drunk; I could tell cause I heard her stumbling all over the place being very loud.Half hour had passed and I realized that every thing went quiet about fifteen minutes before. I decided to go see if everything was. You lean back on the counter and I play with your tits while I put my fingers in your pussy and suck your clit. I follow your body back up to your lips with my lips with my fingers still in your pussy. We kiss and you moan and writhe in pleasure knocking over stuff. I say, Shhhhh or Jon'll hear, and you slowly open your eyes, with a very mischievous look and smile as we kiss. You knock over some more stuff as you push my head back to your pussy. Jon asks from the living room if everything is.