I’m talking about the writers who can’t form a coherent sentence, spell correctly, use the right words, or punctuate anything to save their life. ...t’s unfortunate, because while you have a great fantasy, story, or idea, it can’t be conveyed because of the communication barrier.Does anyone really believe you have a 19” dick? Do many men actually know their wife’s measurements? Dress size? Maybe. Bra size? Possible. Weight? Never! So why do many stories start out with “she was 5’10, 38dd-26-36. I continued to think about it but nothing was coming to mind. When we walked in, two of the men from Jackson's squad were holding a struggling person who was this Dorothy. I could see a red spot on Katina's cheek. I went to her and asked, "What is this?"Katina answered, "She slapped me when she was told to strip."I was incensed. I looked over at her standing between my two men. I walked closer to her and said in a low voice, "You hit my mate who is one of your mistresses." Looking at the men, I. It wasn’t long after that that mom had finished her dance and was left in only the heels she had put on. She walked off the stage and glided her hand up Erica’s body from her ankles to her neck and even making slight and teasing stops along her pussy and her breasts, letting her know it was her turn to give a show. Erica took the dildo out of her pussy and stood straight up and placed the dildo between her breasts then pulled mom close as they licked the head together as their massive breasts. She begins to cry. Andrew, please come get me, Im having a nervous breakdown. Andrew arrives in his BMW and picks up Beth. Beth is a simple woman. Shes probably wearing white panties, Andrew thinks, the wide kind that grandmas wear. Andrew is the detective who discovered Beths husband was cheating. He is a man by any other name – all men wonder what type of undies a pretty gal wears&hellip,you know – innocently enough. I cant believe he did this to me. Shes crying on his shoulder now. They are.