His mother can't afford one so she gives him his Great Uncle's old Oliver #3 Visible Writer and Jerry finds out what it means when your writing become... visible.THE VISIBLE WRITERBy PersephoneI begged and I pleaded but it didn't do me any good. As my mother put it, "You can't get blood out of a turnip Jerry." I knew what she meant. Since my father died a couple of years earlier things had been tight. He had insurance that paid off the house and all of our bills and his insurance from work would. You've been smoking with that brother of yours again, haven't you?No, no. Young guy. Muscles.You've been smoking with a young guy?No, listen. You have to have a little faith.In what?In me!Oh. Okay, okay. What can I see?That's better. Young guy.How young?How young do you want?Twenty six?There you go.Okay.Muscles.Hmmm... some.And he's naked.Is he?Oh, yeah.Hmmm... if I close my eyes, he could be.Yeah, that's it. Jude, how are you dressed?Huh? Tank, jeans.Kids are in bed, right?Yup.Lock the. Her bosom shook from side to side, and I found it hard not to give into my temptations. She slowly began to stir, her amazing smile appearing across her face, as she stretched out with fatigue. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. It was also the most alluring, erotic visual I had seen yet. I could not help but laugh a little. She opened her eyes, looked at me, and her smile was brighter than the sun. To her it had seemed like a dream, when she saw me, it looked as if she knew it had been. Com/--3lLZBCUs2U/TamuOn6STuI/AAAAAAAADA8/7u2KGieP80A/s1600/Wedding_Dresses.jpg)"Ok dear, time for one last fitting then we can let you keep it" Mrs Wilson smiled. So without any further delay, I began to undress. Quickly, I had removed my top, skirt and bra and stood in just my black thong and high heeled sandals as Mrs Wilson brought the dress over to me. Placing it down on the floor, I stepped into it before she then lifted it up slowly and carefully, standing behind me as she did so. As the.