. like ... is it autobiographical?”I smirked. It’s the question that always comes up, but I tried to be as courteous as possible. “Well, some of...them are, some of them are not. I like to say I write about what I did, like to do or dream of doing and let my readers figure it out for themselves which is which. It’s part of the appeal, I think, so I like to keep that a secret. However, some stories clearly are fiction, like the Zombie thing I had started recently...”“Oh,” she said. “Like the. I'dwaited months for that moment, and made her wait a few seconds just tosavor my victory. Finally, I began shooting cum into her mouth as I'ddone for Annie. Sandra was able to keep swallowing longer but soon,she too was full. Her face, shoulders, chest, and legs were coveredwith gobs of sticky fluid, and there was more on the floor. Sandrafuriously pulled off the rest of her clothes and began smearing cum onher pussy. This caused her to climax even more. Finally, she fellasleep in the huge. The Catholic priest provided a nice service in which he blessed their marriage. To tell the truth, Lucy had found it rather boring. She also felt that the bride wasn't given the kind of attention that most women sought in the wedding ceremony.At two, the bride and groom met at their future home to perform the Native American wedding ceremony. Lucy, although not a member of the bride's or groom's family, was allowed to attend by joining the tribal elders who would watch. It was their role to. "This did not bother Derek, he liked showing off his wife. In their 15 years of marriage they had found plenty of sexual adventure. He was reminded of games they played where she would sit at a bar in a short skirt, hiking it up and seeing how many guys would stop to look as she ran a hand up her thigh over her crotch. All while Derek watched from across the bar. Or the time they went to a strip club and Janet got on stage with one of the dancers, stripping down to her panties. They got kicked.