And as far as typos go, well, my agency and othercompanies hire English majors to correct errors because, you see, theyneed the jobs, they're good wit... the language but gee-whiz, they justcan't manage to write a real story. Why is that? Simple, because theycan't! All "real" writers well know of this curse: writing picks you,you don't pick it, and, it's a lifelong sentence.But, do not despair! I am continuing on!The Madge and Timmy series is my favorite too! That will continue on inthe. I even found an apartment in our old neighborhood. It was the only place I knew.A few weeks later, after a long day of job hunting, I decided to drop by a local bar to have a drink or two and a sandwich. I was watching a baseball game on one of the bar's tv's when Amy walked out of the lady's room. I got her attention and said, "Hi." She looked into my eyes but the sparkle that I had been used to for so long was missing. I pointed to two vacant chairs at a nearby table and asked her to. K. I will take notes. Once inside Shana and Fred sat on the couch as I sat on the other side of the room in a easy chair. Fred kissing her on the lips, Shana moaned, Fred told her how lovely she was as he kissed her face and neck dropping one hand down to her white blouse unbuttoning the top button slowly the second one. Shana said how good it feels. Fred was on her lips again face, neck, shoulders. third button opened up showing Shana’s sweet cleavage as Fred kissing and licking. The last. With her other hand she was squeezing and stroking my cock and I was fingering Anne’s wet cunt too. Just another family night at home in front of the telly!When the film ended and Anne got up to turn the lights on Mary said “I enjoyed that, thank you”. She then turned her attention to my cock which though it had leaked a lot of pre cum hadn’t had a full release. As she started to stroke me hard she found it difficult to keep time with her other hand where the vibrator was now being thrust in.