" I assume he's an American author." You've never read J. D. Salinger?" I'm not terribly fond of American writers." When I get home, I'll email you an...address where you can read some of his writing online. He's very good." You went crazy after the Vietnam war?" Not really. I was just depressed." I was in a Flemish nuthouse once after I slit my wrists."I grimaced. "That's sounds a little too radical." Not radical enough. I'm still here. I've decided to let someone else slaughter me. Among the. My first glimpse of Miss Sally was confusing to say the least.She was wearing an ankle length black dress that did its best to hide her lush figure, but her bounteous bosom filled her upper body as a center of attraction matched only by her sexy bottom that stuck out at an impossible angle with youthful pride.All the hardcases in viewing distance were glued to her delightful figure like bees around a pot of honey drooling like babies at the thought of coupling with the attractive female. Mom got in beside me and asked, “Where should I start?”“Chapter 24,” I said as I tried to not tent the blanket as I rolled to my back. Most of these adult novels that I had been reading had the main characters having a romantic encounter at least once in the book. In this book that encounter was in Chapter 24.Mom was reading, “She led him into the darkened room where they franticly began to unbutton each other’s shirts. Their shirts fell to the floor and she kissed his bare chest as he. “Owwwww! Yes, Sir! I’ll do anything for Sir!” she replied through the mind numbing pain and pleasure. I picked up the pace and force of my cock pounding her ass, and yanked on her nipples each time my cock was fully buried in her slutty ass. Heather started to moan and thrash her head. The slut was close to cumming again. I released her nipples and slid both hands to her cunt. I pinched her clit and ground it hard against her pelvic bone as I shoved four fingers inside her. Heather almost.