Turn and face me. Caress your breasts. Now pull your nipples as far as you can stand. Farther this time. Lift your breast to your mouth and lick it. L...y down and spread your legs. Slide your finger in your pussy. Now two. Suck them clean; taste yourself. She complied with everything he said. Then, finally, "Tell me you want me." I want you to fuck me!" she blurted out. "Please fuck me!"Tom positioned himself in a pushup position above my wife. "Get on the ground, close to our groins," he told. • Having narrator exposition of any kind.• Using titles for every chapter, but maybe arcs or large groupings of chapters. (Individual chapter titles are replaced with a numerical system: continue down)Things I will be doing:• Going into extreme detail about anything and everything so long as a character directly interacts with it in someway.• Following every moment of a characters lives day after day week after week, month after month, year after year.• Writing in such a way that is simply. ”Jeremy shrugged. “You going to be back for dinner?” Marcia snorted derisively. “Hey, I’m just asking what Mom’s going to ask.” Marcia snorted again and the two older girls trooped out.“Fucking sluts,” muttered Rusty. Jeremy just nodded. He wondered if his parents would even notice.“Hi guys!” Barbara Blockings said Rusty as she came in the door. She set her briefcase by the buffet in the living room and waved at her youngest son.Rusty looked up from his Xbox game and glanced at his mother. After about 10 minutes of constant kissing and touching, john moved me to the kitchen table. He picked me up by my bum and gently threw me on the table. With his mouth still on my boobs he unbuttoned my shorts and took them off. I threw my head back at the feeling of his cock and hand pressed against my pussy and his tongue biting vicously at my nipples. He looked up and whispered into my ear “you dirty slut, not wearing any knickers”. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the table.