I actually wrote Part 1 of East Meets West nearly 10 years ago. And kept feeling something was missing. I don’t know how the creative process works ...or others, but for me I get a general idea for a story and start writing. In the original story Jiao and Meili were both in that car crash. Jiao died, while Meili was critically injured. Jack blames himself for Jiao’s death, and Meili’s near fatal injuries.In the original, Jack meets someone but having lost what he thought was the love of his life,. His hard bone sprang out and my heart raced as I watched my wifes sexy face slide down Charlies shaft. Flipping her over we positioned her head off the edge of the bed. The old bull was thoroughly enjoying my young slut wife as he swung his huge hanging balls into her face. She looked so sexy with this older mans purple headed rod pumping her mouth. I had to stop as I wouldve came. Charlie jumped at the chance diving face first into her muff. Throwing her legs over his shoulders he picked her. He felt her fear. Tears were not far off. He knelt beside her chair and whispered into her ear.“Please, trust me, Julie. She’s just pricking me to see how I respond. This might come as a surprise to you but she isn’t really concerned that we might have sex.” He smiled at her. “Honest, the interrogation is going rather well. I’m actually enjoying it and I think your mother is, too.”“I’ll try to trust you, Jake. I suppose that the horse is already out of the barn on the subject of sex. I just. There's a tingle in the back of my brain. Like if it's telling me thatthis is good. And I think it is. Finally, my boobies stop growing. Theycant get any bigger, for now. My hands gravitate towards them. My nipplesare in shock from my cold hands. I trace the outline of my boobies withmy hands. My slender fingers caress the smoothness of my chest, the softgap between them. My hands are warming up as I massage my boobies.There's enough there for my hands to cup. I bite my lip and hold back.