" She straightened her head and blinked. She repressed a smirk. "Yes, Jacob. I know you are there. I have known all along." She paused. "So, what do y...u intend to do now?"Not expecting an answer, as she knew the man could not hear her thoughts, she lowered her hand to her lap and closed her eyes. She continued her one-sided conversation."Ah, yes. My actions today place you in quite a bind. Have they not?"She cast her senses out into the woods that surrounded her and found him. She felt no. His story was so skeletal that until now he had never intended to write it, yet the fact that it was so basic added to the validity of his tale. ("I caught them fucking and I watched them through the keyhole. Later, when we were alone I told her what I'd seen. She got scared and let me fuck her.") It seemed to me that he was looking for me to write the story based on his facts.I wrote to him explaining that although his facts were truths, what he was sending me was no more than I could conjure. Slowly at first but she shouted "I want it hard" so I started pounding her tight wet and creamy cunt, almost ripping her blouse apart, sucking her nipples as I thrust. Her legs came up around my back. I looked at her face. Her eyes were almost at the back of her head. "Keep Going ! Keep Going ! Oh Fuck ! Oh my God ! Im coming again!!". I felt her pussy pulse and I didnt want to cum yet so I pulled out and watched her pussy send several gushes of her cum and white cream onto the carpet. "Oh my. Loser of the first round of rock-paper-scissors gets last interview. Second round determines first and second. Ready, go…’ Michaela and Moori threw ‘paper’, Maureen threw ‘rock’. She stepped aside, accepting her fate to become Willy’s last interview of the weekend. Michaela and Moori both threw ‘scissors’ next, then they both threw ‘rock’. On the third try, Michaela let out a whoop as her ‘scissors’ finally cut the tie past Moori’s ‘paper’. Michaela snatched at Willy’s hand, intending to tow.