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 day, and one had to ...onder how they did it. Their stories were no better than mine, some were even worse, but they got a break and I didn't.How could that happen; you sent stories to the same publisher that took that hackneyed writer and published him. His story lacked depth, it lacked a good plot, and it was not that well written, so what did he have that you. Most wives don't care to have hubby gone for two days smelling like pussy." "I took a shower," he snapped, grabbed his dead cell phone and stomped out slamming the door behind him. "We fucked up." Jackie held Maria close. "We'll see," Maria said blankly. "Jenny's a pig." She spat on the floor then walked into the bedroom leaving Jackie at the door. It was Sunday morning so traffic was light and Andy speed across town cursing every red light, but finally pulled into the driveway beside Jenny's. I gasp at the sight of her plump ass covered in the thin red lace. And with her legs spread a bit I could see the bump of her pussy. I feel my cock buck wildly in my boxers.“It’s just about here, “she says, touching a spot midway between the back of her knee and her buttocks.I begin to massage the surprisingly firm yet soft flesh. As my hand work on her thigh she spreads her legs wider. I gently squeeze her thickness letting my hands caress more than massage. She hisses softly and squirms a. " I looked around to see who she was talking to and not seeing anyone said, 'I'm sorry are you speaking to me?' Not having heard her clearly." 'Sun screen, ' she said holding up a bottle. 'Would you rub it on my back?'" I almost shit. Here was this beautiful babe with big tits and a nice ass asking me to rub some on her back I couldn't believe it. Sure I would, I mean I will, I mean OK where?" 'All over the back of me, ' she said handing me the bottle as she rolled over onto her stomach. 'I'm.