I laid her back down, picked up my own clothes and got dressed. I picked her up off the floor and carried her to our extra bedroom. I placed her on th... bed and covered her up with the throw blanket that we kept there. I looked at the clock on the night stand and it was 10:00pm and it was getting close to Jackies mother coming to pick her up. I turned and left the room. Knowing that it was over, and thinking that I would probably never be able to do something like this to her again if she even. I started with the story idea as I said, and outlined it in five pages. From past experience, I expected about twelve thousand words, I wound up with thirty-seven thousand words, three times what I was aiming for. Marla was supposed emerge from her ordeals a stronger, more independent person than she started.You ever hear an author say the characters do things unexpected? I never really believed it until I started writing seriously. Marla is a prime example of this phenomenon. The story. Mamatha brought her hands to her bra and lifted her bra out of the way to give me more access to her treasures. I put my hand on her other breast and started massaging it, while I licked quickly it up and down.She spread her legs, opening them and slipping her feet over my left thigh. Mamatha lifted her breasts against my mouth. I stroked roughly, sucking it hard and easing my free hand back in between her open thighs. She sat up slowly, opening her legs wider so I could get my hands under her. "No, don't," she said. "not yet."I didn't know what she had planned but I didn't want her to stop massaging my dick so I put my hand back on the steering wheel. Next thing I know, her red lips are encircling my cock. I almost slammed the brakes on, my legs went so stiff. She looked up at me with those glittering eyes and asked, "Does this feel good?" I groaned and bit out "Oh yeah."Her head went back down and I could feel her throat muscles tickling the tip of my rod as she deep throated me..