I found your positive comments tobe inspiring, and you cricisms interesting. Some of the reviewers havecommented that they found certains aspects to ...e inappropriate,escpecially as they relate to the actions and scenes depicted for someof the younger characters. I can think of several sarcastic remarks inresponse to such commentary, but I'll maintain my lady-like demeanor andremain silent. :-)However, I make no apologies for the content of my fiction. Fantasy isnot reality. Thoughts to do. His balls may be a bit saggy, but they are full and heavy, and they dance against his thighs as his fist moves over his thick shaft, from his base to the swollen tip.And then he climaxes. His prick erupts in a geyser of cum, which sails into the air in a high arc before landing on his chest and belly. Penelope cannot tell if it has just been a while since he had done anything like this or if he always just ejaculated like that. The sheer volume of it is just incredible though. Add that to the. “Nik, Oh Nik” she wailed, tears rolling down her face.“My God, when did that happen?” asked Rebecca, letting the threads of the robe run through her fingers.“Rebecca, I think you were hypnotized or something. You’ve been in a trance for ages.”“Rubbish. I’d know if I had. I told them to stop hurting you anyway.” she said indignantly.“So how did you get all this shit in your hair, eh? All this cum on your face? And where did these bruises come from?” sobbed Lauren.“These people are nutters, you. Drawing in again and again this heady potion I closed my eyes and relaxed into his body.I could have slept, there and then in his comforting embrace. If it wasn’t for my body playing host to my minds desires. They worked in unison, creating almost a reality out of my thoughts. When I imagined him kissing me, telling me everything would be ok, my lips tingled causing my tongue to dart out and moisten their need. This worked on all levels, right down to my toes.Alas I knew it was all pointless. I.