I have an issue with my writing. I would publish a story then a few weeks go by and find I don't like how I've been writing it. This causes a problem ...or some of you that enjoy what I've already written, so I would like to know if I should keep the originals and re-publish the story as new chapters, re-edit the existing chapters or as I've done for the husband of Tatsumaki delete the story and re-upload it.)The bedroom was a mix of laughter and pained groans, laugh's from my little girl and the. To say she was confused would be an understatement. Really, it felt a lot like being stood up on a date.It left her exhausted. Too exhausted to bother with the death glare from the House Momma. Too exhausted to argue about her cut for the night. She took her time and changed in silence, deciding to wait until the rowdier girls were long gone. “Where the hell did I park?” She gazed over the nearly empty parking lot. She knew she saw her car. She knew she did. But for some reason it felt miles. Tina and Dr. Phillips, or are you going to doubt yourself?"Sara wanted to believe him. "I suppose you did some research of yourown, too?" she said, trying desperately to sound light-hearted, but notquite succeeding.Brian blushed. "Well, yeah." He glanced around, found the catch, andlowered the bed rail so he could sit on the edge of the bed.Sara sat up and wrapped her arms around Brian. He awkwardly hugged her;he knew she needed comfort and reassurance. He could feel the wetnessof her. Seeing Glynda moan with such pleasure, the blonde sighs and moves behind the pair, watching as his rival's cock enters and leaves the huntress's rear. Being careful to not touch the other student, the blond slowly shoves his big prick into the teacher's pussy- ohh ... shit! oh Shit! - The woman screams in surprise - you could not wait ... ahh ... your fucking turn - the blonde drops her face on the bed, her body receiving the double penetration easily, already used to the pleasure it gives her..