That is because I wanted to keep the novel from becoming monotonous, and also because over the course of the story my characters grow and become more ...onfident in themselves. The changes within my characters continued to be a pattern in my later novels ‘Maragana Girl’ and ‘The Freshman’. ‘The Wanderings of Amy’ is a work of erotic fantasy. All characters and situations are purely figments of my imagination. The story is not intended to represent real people or events, nor how I feel people. ”“Did you read that on the internet, too?”“No.”“I didn’t do this wth Ronnie. You’re grasping at straws,” he said.“Maybe,” she said. She pushed and got another inch. “But I don’t care.”With that she rose on her arms and used her entire body weight to impale herself. He felt extreme pressure all around his penis, and a heat he’d almost forgotten.“Fuck!” she groaned. “You’re big.”“You went too fast,” he said.“Bob?”“Yes.”“I want to do this.”He wasn’t prepared to have this conversation. He remained. "Autopsies were performed and confirmed that they died from either massive heart failure or brain embolism."I saw Roberts visibly wincing out of the corner of my eye."Who did the autopsies?" the chairman demanded.I frowned slightly as if trying to recall. "Two were done by the D.C. coroner, one by the Alexandria coroner's office; one was done at Bethesda and one by the Baltimore coroner." Don't you find it odd that they all worked, and spied, at the CIA, yet their deaths were spread out all. We were making out in my car parked out of sight in the enclosed carport. While running my hands up and down his chest and abs my hands couldn't resist straying lower. Although recent erotic dreams couldn't really make up for what I lacked in experience, I was no longer quite as shy after reading the last four erotic novels. Fondling the huge bulge in his pants I couldn't resist fulfilling one of my fantasies as I coquettishly asked, "Would you like me to suck this big thing?"He chuckled.