. Anymore... Ohh.. Uhh..." I pushed my buttocks forward and held her head pressed against my cock. I couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything. I ...ould just feel her. I could feel my body suddenly heating up.And then I started melting. Slowly.. slowly.. very slowly. Every part of my body was melting like a burning candle. I was melting inside her mouth. I was pouring myself directly into her throat. I don't know how she handled the flood. Did she swallow it all? Or she let it flow from the. "If you start that, you know I won't be able to help myself," I cautioned her. "And I want to take you out tonight and show you off." Show me off, eh?" she asked."Yes," I replied. "If I can't show you off, no way anyone will believe I managed to get the sexiest girl in town to go out with me." Ya, right," she said, smiling, and hit my arm playfully. She rested her head on my arm until we got to the restaurant. Once there, she was too excited to wait for me to get her door for her, and we headed. How could a writer break into that glorious world of authorship and acclaim if he was never given a chance. The most I could do was post stories on the internet. I had well over 200 stories running around on the internet, spread out over seven sites that accepted stories, by the time I was in this seedy bar, trying to drink and pop my way into death with the pills. But even then, not one had ever been picked up by a publisher, and they never would be. Yet some new author came into being every. Sure enough big deals, we picked 3 dresses each, and went to the dressing rooms. Wow, we tried them on and decided to buy only... all of them. While we were paying, I had forgotten that I was paying as a female with a male credit card, the clerk looked at me, and Barbara just jumped and safe me, eventough I am a passable woman, my voice is male. She interrupted the clerk by saying "Oh dear, fucking husband of yours, playing with your cards, just to embarass you, I will pay this one, you pay.