"Sorry," Darren apologizes, and he suddenly looks concerned and puzzled."Try not to apologize... for anything!" I murmur at him. "Do what you want to ...e – as hard as you want! Split me into halves if you need to! I ain't no snobby soccer mommy made of glass like your ex-wife."Darren gets somewhat embarrassed at that mention of his ex-better half as I take pride in my skills to tempt him more. And when he starts pounding into me in a slow and steady rhythmic course, he's sticking a great deal of. And how angry Selma was when she caught him. With me, so far?"Wolfe grunted."Ok, here is where you have to really start growing as a writer. Don't describe all that.You have to either show it as a flashback or have your character convey it as dialogue."Now here's an example:"Parenthesis: Temple wakes up, and his expression shows how disgusted he is with himself and the evidence of his debauchery: his clothes and the pool of vomit. End Parenthesis."All that's in parens, see?"To show the. We were both hot and horny and breathing heavy. I could feel Ricky tense up and shoot a load into my throat. it was hot and juicy. I kept swallowing as it came out barely keeping up with the flow. I had to grab a rag between the seats to cover my own erect cock, it too was spirting fluids. I caught it just in time. I filled the rag and kept pumping. Ricky was spent at that time and relaxing back in the seat.We just sat there for a while not saying a thing, silence was golden.I then asked him if. For the first fifteen years of our marriage I was totally faithful to my husband. Not that I didn't have chances to be unfaithful because I did - lots of them - but I love my husband and couldn't bring myself to cheat on him. So how ironic is it that he turned me into a whore?My husband is a regional sales manager for a large electronics company here in Denver. One of his duties is to act as host of the cocktail parties that take place at conventions, sales seminars, etc. I usually attend these.