Misty admitted having orgasms while reading my writings, which was a thrill to me. A longing had been created in both of us that would have to be sati...fied someday. That day they both looked forward to despite having no idea when it may be. Both of us were satisfied that the other wanted it as badly. And that was the basis of an intense passion that fueled their creativity and bolstered their intimacy, something both missed in their respective lives.It was late Tuesday evening before I could. She was steaming hot and my cock grew hard as steel, anxious to plunge into her furnace and blow its huge load deep inside her. But there was no way I was going to allow it to do that - not yet. I circled my fuck-doll slowly dragging my fingers around her body, touching her tits, running across her stomach, and up and down her sides. finally standing behind her, I cupped one of her ass cheeks in my hand. It was so fucking soft and warm... I couldn't believe I was about to fuck this babe deep up. Chapter 3 Louise had been living on Jason’s couch for nearly a month now. He arrived home one evening to the smell of cooking. The table was set and as he got into the lounge he heard Louise’s voice from the kitchen ‘Sit down, it’s almost ready, I’ve got some news.’ Over the meal she explained that the previous week-end Ricky had gone out and got drunk again. He had been flirting with the barmaid all evening and waited for her to get off work and then accosted her. When she told him to get. In the light I now see him. He is breathtaking. It is him. The man in her photo. First thought is naturally that Barbie must be parking her pink corvette. Or did they bring his beachcomber jeep? I smile lightly at the idea of a pink corvette in underground parking. Now that you don’t see everyday. ‘Can I set these in her room if I am quiet?’ he asks holding the bouquet out from him to get my attention. ‘I am in your way. Go ahead. I will be out at the desk if you need something.’ I say.