She helped me out of the stirrups again, and off the table once more, before handing me my cloths and leaving me alone. I was fully dressed this time ...hen she came back. She was all smiles as she said, “Very nice exam again today sir. Thanks for letting me help. I told you last time, I need this for school.”I smiled back and said, “My pleasure dear. Any time.”She said, “You said that too last time. I hope I can impose on you sir.”I said, “How can I help young lady.”She said, “Saturday, I have a. . clear," then asked him how it looked. He griped a bit about all the flashing lights from the ambulance and firetrucks reflecting off the house windows."But you were great, Rehema, and this kid's a natural," he added, stepping forward to offer me a high-five.He told me the story would be on the noon news later that day, then reminded Miss Ellis that they still needed to get back to the studio. They shook hands with me and Mom, thanked us for the interview and headed back to their van.By that. He got under neath me I felt his helmet againest my hole his cousin pulled most of his cock out exposing my open hole and then they both squeezed them selfs in me I breathed in very deeply 2 cocks in my arse at once I must admit I was enjoying what was happening to me but that hurt to much "1 of you has got to get out it hurts too much I can't take it". His cousin got off me and stood besde me as I very slowly sat down my mates cock and started to ride him. "I gonna suck your balls have a wank. Once again, I stop and go work on the first story in the hope that some inspiration will come to me out of the blue. Several days go by and no insight comes on either story or anything new. I don’t dream about being in the woods again, or at least don’t remember if I do. No inspiration comes for any other stories either. Any writer worth his or her salt has stacks of stories that never get beyond a few ideas they jot down or write a few paragraphs about. In between working on the short.