Jerks! Can't write a grocery list and suddenly they'recritics. Those that can't do are always the greatest experts! C'montough guys, take a trip in...the writers-pit and just try and write a realstory then have the balls to put a name on it and actually post it.Ain't so easy is it.Oh, did I mention that in real life I have a literary agent? Hummm? Andthat I'm published hummm? And that I have been a working novelist andprofessional screenwriter who's been read by every major in. I never saw his private parts previously. I saw him in underwear while changing dress and I had a faint idea that it would be bigger than his dad. I started exposing myself to him day be day. Starting he use to turn his head away. I created some opportunities.I started coming out from bathroom in a loose lungi tied around my waist like old kerala women wear. It would cover up to thighs only. I saw him watching me form corner of eyes and behind. In addition, I started sleeping close to him. She moaned as I pushed the full length in moving back and forth her tits not moving, her ass was tight as I cum the warm fluid filling her ass, my spent cock slipped out as it dripped.I made my way home rather pleased I was being pleased for something I liked doing, I got home and said to my aunt I had got the job, I grabbed her hand and dragged her upstairs throw her on the bed ripped her panties off and ate her pussy like a starved man, making her beg for more until she screamed out a huge. I ran back to my phone and called the emergency services. After quickly telling the woman on the phone about the accident, address and a few other details I walked back to the window. I had stood by that window many times and let my thoughts wander after a long workday, and the picture of the outside world that met me now was both very familiar and strangely unfamiliar. The traffic had stopped completely in one direction and flowed slowly by in the other, people were standing by or running up.