” I hadn’t. I was sure of that. There’s no way I would forget her and her giant tits.“This is Teresa,” my mom informed me, “she is my new ...ousekeeper. And I don’t know what I did without her all these years!” “You’re too nice, Terri,” Teresa said.“Anyway, I’m going I’m to get started with all this shit. Merry Christmas,” my mom laughed.“We’ll it’s nice to meet you, Teresa,” I informed her, “and if you need help with the, uh, Christmas storage thing then lemme know. I’d be glad to lend a. "I... Miss you not wear..." He faltered again and looked at his wife who had appeared from the back. "Helena I not do this." He indicated Vikki's vagina which was still very much on display and which she showed no signs of wanting to take out of public view."Me know," she said kissing him on the cheek as she moved next to him. Then she grinned as she pinched Vikki's left cheek with her right hand. "Me think that Miss Vikki she like show off." She laughed. "But that not bad thing," and she. The room shook, kind of. She wore this delirious face and all of a sudden it was down in my face kissing me, madly, and shoving tongue down into my throat and moving it around as if I didn’t care. I cared. But I cared for different reasons. Her arms were all over me. Her feet were too. My cock was hard and it rubbed and jerked around her softness and I wish I had her cunts hole there so I could slide myself into her and fuck her but I wanted her to want to fuck me too. “Oh God fuck man,” I. And even the words. Mundane, especially at the beginning, and yet beautifully phrased.”“Poetic, yet realistic,” the hairy blond agreed. “Poetic making it magical, without being flowery or overwrought.”“Exactly,” Joe thought. “And it was the hardest thing I ever did to make that happen.”“Good,” said Gene. “Let’s listen to the next scene, and try to be more specific. How do the words work?”The next scene happened to be Joe’s favorite, his most experimental and his most successful. He worked off.