"While I was kissing Hank, Kerry quickly stripped off her dress. Herbreast forms were perfect in her bra but of course her panties didappear to be som...what bulky, to say the least. She quickly kneeled downbetween Hank's legs in front of the couch. I climbed off Hank to sitbeside him, still kissing him and unbuttoning his plaid shirt, massaginghis man boobs and his nipples. He had very little body hair (and notmuch hair at all, truth be told), but certainly appreciated theattention I was paying. I didn't wait long as I felt opening my already wet pussy and feeling the sharper pinch on my clit. He pushed something inside my pussy which I recognised to be the remote controlled egg, he immediately set the egg off vibrating inside me. I was already so turned on that I could feel my hips moving as he lowered his tongue to my clit.Flicking his tongue over teasing me, I desperately wanted to reach out and grab his hair so I could fuck his mouth, but I had to wait until he licked and sucked. Not putting her down he continued up the stairs while she just rested her head against his chest. No words exchanged between them. Earlier on the phone, he had heard the sob even though she was trying to hide the pain. She didn’t want him to know she had another altercation with her husband. After a deep breath and clearing his throat he had changed his tone slightly. “Little one, I know you're sad. You can't hide it from me. I must know what happened. Tell me now.” Whispering between the sobs. He read a lot of biographies while my comfort subject was science fiction. We talked about which websites were currently paying for stories, and played mutual flattery quoting from scenes in each others' stories. The only thing writers enjoy as much as getting paid is knowing someone else really likes their work.That was when he brought back his question from one of the website forums about why I didn't write stories with male/male scenes.What do you say to a question like that? In the first.