She was gasping and swallowing. “Shit! When you cum, it really shoots out!”She stood. “Come on to my place. I want to be fucked and my aunt and ... have friends who will want some of that cock, too.” I shrugged. She grabbed her clothes but put nothing on. I grabbed my shorts and slipped my sandals on my feet. I followed her butt cheeks down to the end of the drive to a trailer that had, by its looks, been there for a while. We went inside to see two other girls in a hot sixty-nine. Morgan looked. I heard it. That’s why I came.”“How many shots did you hear?”“I don’t know. Two, maybe?”“Okay. Good. I’m glad you told me. That means four left, at the most. I don’t think he’d be able to find the ammo in the house.”“I don’t know,” she said. “They were inside. I heard things breaking.”The look that came over him then was more than just his face, and it looked so dangerous that Jennifer actually stepped back from him.“Go home,” he said.“But -”“I said go home!“ he growled.Then he backed up and. She’s also done this for a long time, which gives her experience and making her a damn good bet in this sort of business. I continue taking notes on upcoming projects and filling in her appointments. Every now and then I look up and see her slowly pacing behind her large executive chair as she gives me important information on certain clientele. For a woman in her late thirties and two kids, Stacy has a killer bod. Tall, lean, and curves in all the right places. A sleek blonde bob frames her. He put his hands on my hips and pressed hard, on a nerve. It hurt. ?Answer me!? he asserted. ?I write stories, adult stories, in my free time, and this is similar to one I wrote.? He let go, taking a step away.?That’s all? I remind you of a story you wrote? Oh, I get it, these stories you write, they’re your true fantasies, aren’t they? You probably dream about them, cream yourself playing with these stories, right???No. I mean, yes, they’re fantasies, but I don’t get off to them.?He picked up.