“When we were the only three people in the entire world, I believed that I couldn’t love anyone more than your mother and grandmother. And then yo... came along.” Seeing her smile, I turned, kissing her forehead gently. “And your sister. And I discovered something about love. It’s unlike any other force in the universe.”“How?”“It’s infinitely divisible. And every division can be equal to the whole. I can love you completely, without ever taking away from the love I have for your mother.”Her wide. ”“Yes ma’am.” I had a pen and paper ready.“First, character development is improving. I’m beginning to see depth in the narrator’s character, especially the part where he is nearly consumed by self-doubt. Setting up that depth of character with the narrator, though, also increases the contrast with less fully developed characters. In a first-person narrative, you need to give the reader some insight into the development of the relationships that goes deeper than what you have. What does the. So with my right hand I pulled down my pants a bit so he could have better access to my ass. It was a bit tickling but I liked his fingers on my ass.After a while, he started finger fucking my ass very fast, so fast that I was vibrating on the chair, and I could no longer move my head up and down on his cock. So I held his right hand with mine as a signal to decrease pace. Glad he understood it.After a while, he combined his finger fucking with patting on my buttocks, alternatively. It was a. .I didn't want to appear to anxious, either..I lied in my bed contemplating her hand on mine and I began to play with myself.Her hair and eyes were all I could see, her legs, too.She was lovely...I ran my fingers up and down my twat and my cunt was wildly wet while I had imagined sucking her entire cunt in my mouth...My tits were tingling hot, too.I was getting lost in this delicious fantasy.Her raspy voice was echoing in my ears and my heart was throbbing for her.My clit was swollen for.