.. is it autobiographical?”I smirked. It’s the question that always comes up, but I tried to be as courteous as possible. “Well, some of them ar..., some of them are not. I like to say I write about what I did, like to do or dream of doing and let my readers figure it out for themselves which is which. It’s part of the appeal, I think, so I like to keep that a secret. However, some stories clearly are fiction, like the Zombie thing I had started recently...”“Oh,” she said. “Like the Walking Dead. She turns her head in his direction and Alan cannot help but smile. The dog knows more than one would give her credit for. Sandy looks away and then back at him. When she does it again, he begins to think it odd. But the next time, he follows where she is looking away to. Across the way is a woman sitting on a bench, watching the two other dogs going at it and her hand is rubbing over her shorts. Since he doesn’t immediately see another dog or person, he assumes the one playing with Sandy is. " Walter shrugged. "Do you fuck your mother, Walter?" Walter just stared at her. Margaret moved her chair closer. "It's perfectly all right with me if you do, Walter. Mother-son incestuous contact is far more prevalent than most people think. The cock of a boy your age can grow stiff many times each day with a little provocation. Boys your age can be very sexually aggressive, and it's natural for them to make strong passes at available women, especially their mothers. I. I am going to teach you to enjoy bondage; you will so enjoy your time with me." Fenton's cock stiffened as she spoke, she was certainly a very attractive woman and there was no doubt whatsoever that she was in charge. He quailed a little at the idea of bondage, but had full trust in Hortense; he knew he could come to no permanent harm with an associate of hers, unless she advised him that this was to be the case. His cock bobbed as he watched her fine plump ass shift and wobble before him as.