I did some house cleaning, cooked and then ate dinner. I figured to go to Jim’s late Monday in the afternoon. Maybe I’d catch Jim fucking my wif.... If I couldn’t fuck my wife, at least she could do is let me have the pleasure of watching!It was dark when I arrived at Jims around eight o’clock Monday night. I rang the bell and Jim opened the door after a few minutes.Is Lynn ready?She’s in the bedroom, follow me.I entered the bedroom and she’s lying on the bed. She uncovers herself and. To correct me on that all the time. Mrs. Fuckmore...the Cockwhore is pretty ingrained." He admitted, daringly slapping her in the face with his meat before going to get dressed. "Ooh! That could be a tag line for a movie!" She said excitedly, smiling at the slap Once he's dressed, he puts a hand on my shoulder and smiles at me. "Thanks for making my dream come true, man! Busting on her face is and will be my favourite memory of all time! I'll take him out for today and you take your turn." He. Gently she applied somepressure down below."Oh Ann..." she said to herself "your tits are so sensitive...andmassive..."Footsteps. In a blink Ann straightened herself, intensely looking atthe screen in front of her. She smiled as she saw her target approach.Markus Creneth, the 20 year old heir to the Creneth fortune."Morning Ann!" Markus was quite tall but not exceedingly handsome.Slightly above average at best. Yet he walked with a confident strutand his smile was disarming. Even his brown eyes. And Arlie has read exactly one hand-picked short story of mine and a handful of my published poems." Gwen's job is to find and cultivate talented writers," Zeke said. "Let's give her a chance to do her job. If you turn out to write like Snoopy, she'll forgive me, eventually." I'd be extremely grateful if you'd put my name in front of her," Susan said. "I can play it any way she asks -- send her some chapters, send her my published work, do a proposal letter, anything." She'll be wanting you to.