Wow, only probably the best writer of fiction anywhere. Of course he would want something when I had to do something else. I sighed."No," I told her.S...lence greeted me and I started to think we had been disconnected."Hello? Still there?" I asked."Franklin, you can't possibly mean that. It's John Royce! He has won more writing awards in the past ten years than anyone ever had in a lifetime. He gets six figure advances from his publisher, if he even hints at an idea for a book. High six figures,". Drink in hand I decided to take to the dancefloor and try it on with some older birds.I danced on practically everyone who'd take it...I then noticed a petite little thing dancing with her friend just to my left. My friends and I made eye gestures at each other, as we both noticed this girl at the same time.She had a low cut top on, which gave me a bit of boob to look at.I knew that if I was gonna hook in with this chick, I had to get on good terms with her friend. Turns out her friend was a. "I...I...oh...I...," was all I could get out when my bodyspasmed, and I came all hot and wet inside my jeans. Aunt Heathermust have cum, too. Her legs started shaking, and then shepressed her knees together and started rubbing her legs together.I was just about to say something when we both heard my brotherTom's bike hit the side of the house. Aunt Heather quickly pulled theAfghan up over her waist - her legs from the kneed down hadsuspicious wet marks just about the size of my mouth. I. " Sure honey, I'd love to," I say.----"Iain!" I call from my bedroom. "Help!" What is it?" he asks, concern in his voice as he walks into mybedroom. I'm in my underwear -- a matching bra and panties set ofvirginal white -- standing in front of the wardrobe that's now half-filled with Ellen's outfits. I've redone my makeup, swapping my yogaglow look that's been my staple at rehearsals for something a littlemore evening: black eyeliner, bronze eye shadow, some blush and adarker lipstick. I've.