"We have to talk," she said, and stormed into my front hall.I lifted an eyebrow, and asked, "Oh? We do? Why?" You've been writing stories about me, an... it's got to stop."With a strong tone of disbelief, I asked, "I've been writing stories about you? What makes you think that?" Because of the way I've seen you looking at me, and the way your house faces only you could have seen some of things in these stories."In truth, she was worth looking at. She was in her late-twenties or very early. “I’m pretty sure that is the fastest he has ever run in his life,” Taylor thought to himself.Taylor took a couple of steps away from the huddle, at the twenty-two-yard line, and toward the approaching replacement player who was coming in with the coaches’ next play. The only problem was ‘Slim’ was having trouble trying to catch his breath from the simple jog out.“Okay, hang on a sec and catch your breath,” Taylor suggested as they waited for Slim’s huffing and puffing, but he still could not. Who was fucking me now? This supernatural vibrator was busy building up an orgasm of great magnitude in my body. I struggled against this total onslaught but in the end, I had to release my control to the higher power of passion.“I am cumming!” I screamed. My insides burst open and the floodgates were released. My whole body trembled and shook. For the first time in my life I gave myself over to the pleasure of sex. It was as if I am floating in the air with my arms and legs spread wide, making. I smiled to myself - this particular mug of milk was intended to have the opposite effect. If my contact with the chemistry degree was telling the truth my old bitch of a mother in law was soon to be in a very deep sleep indeed.I'd been waiting for this opportunity for years and had planned tonight from the moment my wife told me that she would be away overnight as she had to work a night shift. Her mother had been staying with us as it was Christmas and was due to go home the following day..