I think we could make this work."I said very slowly, "You and me or the story idea?"She looked at me slowly and said in a low voice, "Both." I almost ...ainted again!I felt like Snoopy in the comic strip and wanted to dance around with joy. I said, "That is promising. Creative writing is not really my strong suit."As to the other, I would like to know you better, Karen. Perhaps if we tried some more kissing, I could get used to that much pleasure to the point that it would only make me weak in. These thoughts swept through her as Tyler pulsed the grip on her hand in time with the pulses of his hips against hers, pressing himself against her. She felt his hardness against her belly, the need in his hand, saw the desire in his eyes and the confidence and arousal in his smile. She saw his carelessly mussed hair, dark and wavy, his tanned face with the small curved scar on the left side of his chin and the small crinkles at the corner of his blue, blue eyes. She felt his shoulder, strong. Perhaps Mary Jane spokeof those times. Mary Jane suggested you bring the white patent bagcontaining your ropes, tapes, plastic wrap and other items. Of course asyou see I need nothing to bind anyone. My clothing items do just fineand my dirty panties will give your mouth a taste of an old lady unableto respond to sex but still able to pee as you already know."Then a few sharp slaps to my face and I felt the bed move so I knew shewas finally in bed. When she awoke I felt a few more slaps to. "Well, I might as well drop the bomb, unless you'd like to, Tanisha." No, she's your mother; you have the fun," Tanisha grinned."All right," he said, thumbing the autodial number for Al's house.The phone only rang a couple times before Jon's mother picked it up, answering "Canyon Tours, may I help you?" Got the phone switched over again, huh?" Jon smirked."Yes, and it's been busy," Karin said. "I'll bet we've booked two dozen customers today." Mom, I have to ask," Jon said. "I know things are.