’ on that very night , i feel i was the luckiest man on the planet to meet beautifull asian with attractive face , and plus her ex husband is on pol...tics so she is still rich on her status im not perking her money i love her k**s took care all of them . so on the sex scene on the bed she lay down and stare at me and said to me ‘ Hey sweetie , you know what you remind me of my young boyfriend back in 90’s ‘ i went like ‘ oh cool is he awosome’ ‘ of course he was awosome , let me grab your friend. "I'm not sure I want you playing football in college. College is for learning not playing games." Then she saw the look on my face. "David, is this important to you?" It kind of is Mom."She looks stricken. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that. The guy from Notre Dame says tonight is a big game for your future. Is that true?" Yes. There are going to be thirty or more scouts at the game to see how I play. If I do well I could have my pick of schools to go to."She seemed to come to a decision. "Okay,. She was watching the clock when it ticked over to nine P.M. Her nipples were itchy and she pinched them, making them spring to life. A rush of adrenaline washed over her skin, the silky hairs standing up. She clenched her pussy in anticipation, squeezing her legs together and balling her fists."Hello, Elaine," popped up on her screen, the very instant he logged in.Elaine's body actually shuddered in relief... or excitement. She couldn't tell which, but her pussy was suddenly soaked. "Hello,. You’re an artist,” was all she could think of as a reply. “Ah bullshit,” I laughed. “I write porn. It has nothing to do with art. It’s an outlet, and it’s fun, but it’s not art.” She seemed thoughtful and serious when she replied. “I think writing is an art,” she said quietly. “At least not less than any other art.”“Well, alright,” I said. “If you think of my writing as art, then it’s very, very dirty art.” I laughed. “So, I guess your ... characters, then, are ... unconventional women?” she.