He smiled in delight at her, and carried on dancing as she made her way back over towards me."This must be the delightful Mr. Richardson!" She crowed ...s she laid eyes on my boss."Bob tells me all about you!" She reached her hand out to shake his."Ah, good things, I hope!" He chuckled as he took her hand in his and held it up to his lips, kissing the back of her hand."He never told me just how much of a gorgeous strumpet his young wife is!" He beamed, staring deep into her eyes."Oh stop!" She. So for the past few months I’m very writing a story that is pretty much autobiographical. It probably isn’t as good or as adult as most entries here. But it has the benefit of having taken place. A couple of other notes… First, since it was so long I broke it up into four parts so people won’t get bored. Second, I have no idea how to write dialog, so forgive my way of handling conversation. Finally, this is my very first effort at writing something so I’d very much appreciate any. “That was tremendous babe,” I told her. “You have a wonderful little pussy.” She giggled, her body relaxing. I carried the young waif and laid her down on her recliner, and stood admiring her. She weakly lay back, the sun gleaming of her young teen body. An hour later, she babbled non-stop, during lunch at the dining room table, nibbling on her sandwich only occasionally, speaking of her great admiration of our sexual escapade by the pool. I had opened a whole new world to her, she said,. ‘You didn’t actually think I’d let you get away with screwin’ around on me, did you. You hadda pay. And payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?’ He and Muhammad finished their joints, got off the bed, and began getting dressed. ‘We gotta go, puta,’ he said. ‘Aren’t…aren’t you going to take me home?’ Melanie asked. ‘Fuck, no,’ Juan laughed. ‘You think I want a cheap puta like you in my car? No fuckin’ way!’ He got off the bed. ‘Have a good fuckin’ life, bitch!’ he said. He and Muhammad left the room..