“Almost a year later, and you have a published book, and now people are standing around a small bookstore wanting your autograph. What more could yo... want?” Erin asked, and Jamie sighed. “Stronger nerves?” She asked, and Erin joked, before giving Jamie a peck on the cheek. “You’ll be fine. Go.” She said, and gave Jamie’s butt a small love tap on the way out.Jamie gave her a weird look, as she walked out from behind the curtain. Once again she felt like a deer in headlights, and only when she. That was what Thad required. If he everwere to settle down, he firmly believed, he would die.The Carpenters lived in a modest house on the edge of town. Len was an insuranceagent, in addition to working in the church. His wife was a stay-at-home woman whogave the impression of being very devout. She doted on the fundamentalist aspectsof the religion without practicing its libertarian concepts-except with Thad. He hadgotten to her, of course, and had found her a hell of a screw.The beauty of. Then I’d tongue kiss her and tease her tongue with mine. I’d push my tongue into her mouth as I was sliding against her, and I’d suck her tongue into MY mouth. Back and forth. Tongues and fingers and hers against mine. Sliding back and forth. Faster and faster! Fingers and tongues and mine against hers! Then after we cummed all we wanted, we’d go out looking for cute guys! We’d slide our fingers into each other and apply the wetness behind our ears and on our throats and our wrists. . For the last two hours, he'd been compiling clips he'd gathered over the week, making Marissa a home video reel she was sure never to forget. His key strokes and mouse clicks were quick and angry, the way they'd been all week long, and his breathing was choppy and quick throughout the editing chore. It didn't help matters that the material he was working on gave him raging hard ons. He was an angry, turned on, aggressive mess by the time he was done. Closing and securing the movie on his thumb.