“I don’t let anyone drive my Baby. It's just too personal. Ha ha Look what you did to your truck! Can you even drive a stick?”“The truck was n...t my fault!!! Of course I can drive a stick! I will be gentle with it. I won’t drop the clutch, or do a burnout without asking first.”Travis leaned down for a kiss and breathed, “It’s gonna cost you.”We both heard the crunch of gravel at the same time. A car was coming down the lane to where we were parked! FUCKKK! “Don’t try to get dressed! Just grab. It works. That was written by Michael Crichton.(Elizabeth) I'm confused: I thought that authors *revise* and *editors* edit. I wish I could!(Raven) I'll volunteer Elizabeth!(Chilli) At the risk of stepping on any toes, I want to ask about your self-imposed exile awhile back. Did you gain anything by leaving? Did being gone "clear the air" at all for you?(Raven) As to my exile: It wasn't "quite" an exile. I wrote under Ariel the Fallen Angel during that hiatus. I still have issues,. I’ll start with the story now. The heroine of this story is Khushi. She is an absolute phataka and a treat for the eyes. She is almost as tall as me and has a voluptuous figure. I think it is 36-30-36. Her skin is milky white and she has sparkling light brown eyes.I have caught guys looking at her longingly many times. Looking at her hips swaying and her boobs jiggling as she walks gives instant boners to most guys. I knew Khushi for a long time. We used to live in the same neighborhood when we. ... shame ... must look ... fool ... love on ... no just fool ... no, ... love...It was so hard to kneel and not move, she wanted to put her arms around the ass of her tormentor, but knew she had been ordered to keep her hands down, her back started to ache from both the kneeling and the angle she had to lean to keep her nose in place. Peter was now pawing the hell out of Tammy, the total subjection of her mother was so erotic to look at! Marty said, "Peter, don't fuck her, save that cum for me.