Ask for tearing apart, for drowning your story in a sea of red ink. Then maybe you will get something good and usable back. And after that, write and ...rite again, never lose faith in your will and ability to tell a story.(*Anne-Mal) Is it because Keith Morrison is a published writer?(TH) No, Keith just has opened a website called 'The Slaughterhouse' where he mercilessly reviews stories and while it takes a bit of gulping and humility to swallow what he says, he's usually at east close to the. Wearing her new garter belt and flesh-toned nylons beneath her skirt and nothing else, she held her son’s hand as they walked across the lawn. She punched the doorbell and waited.“Oh, my God!” she gasped as the door was opened.Donny sucked in his breath sharply.Standing before them was Susy, dressed in the frock Grace had shown her. Susy’s lovely tits were exposed, uplifted by the cut-out bodice. Her sweet nipples were already hard, bright-pink in color. She smiled shyly at Peggy and Donny as. We wanted this moment to last forever.Carol was the first to lose it, "Ahhhhh, Fucking God, Cummmmming."My balls tightened up and I could feel a gush of cum ready to shoot out of me. John held Carol's hips tight to him and his face was frozen in a grip of agony and ecstasy. Both John and I grunted and sent pulsing waves of cum into Carol's cunt and mouth. John and I collapsed onto Carol's back and held her tightly while her orgasm roared through her quivering body. John was on top of the. Her position now allowed me to reach under her skirt to finger her pussy which was so open and supple that I could have been drowned in there.Rita watched it all with delight, stroking her breasts over her tanktop, then stripped it off her, exposing her cute titties.Nicole got up on her feet and went kissing her nipples till they were on the verge of bursting, then kissing Rita on the mouth so vehemntly that I was scared they both would choke.I sat back, and watched one hand stroking Rita's.