I wanted to know, it just made no sense but the peeking kept me excited. No, I’m not crazy, just a healthy old man who never misses a chance to peek...at a pussy even if it's my wife’s'. I was thinking just as crazy as I believed our friend was. Her next response was "May I have another glass of wine". That response broke the silent that was in the room and I said sure, drinks coming. As I walked into the kitchen to pour the wine I could see our friend looking straight down my wife's towel,. When he did decide to give me what I was begging for, he raised my hips up off the bed and placed my legs up on his shoulders. He'd stopped moving and had buried his cock as deeply as he could inside me. It was then that he finally came. He had been right, because even though I'd been fucked to the point that my pussy was almost numb, I knew he was cumming deep inside my cervix. I could feel his cum being shot not just into my pussy canal. It felt like he was shooting it right up inside my. First drafts are done through Chapter 7.(Tigger) What is your greatest strength as a writer, Brandy, and what area do you *think* need improvement?(ehayes) She needs to send more money to her collaborators! *Laughs*(Brandy) I think I can work out reasonable plots, though I still learn from every one of the Professor's stories.I think I need to work on making my characters more alive. Someone once said they were, "real, but dull."(Tigger) The "someone" was dead WRONG!(PJ) (And somebody once. I felt weightless, my entire being flowing through my cock into her, taking her to the same destination as me. I took my cue from her ragged breathing, sliding deep into her as she inhaled, and withdrawing gently as her released breath bathed my shoulder and neck. Our tempo quickened again. A mottled flush began to creep down from her neck to her breasts and her heels dug into the small of my back, spurring me on. Her humming had risen in pitch and was punctuated by sobbing gasps, and the.