I reach down and draw your panties up your legs. Getting ready I unzip my jeans and pull my hard cock out. You smile at me and pull me down to my knee.... I move further downward and lick deeply into your pussy. You gasp in pleasure as my tongue is coated in your juices. You lift your legs over my shoulders and pull my head down onto your awaiting pussy. My tongue is driven by the pure lust pumping through my veins. My cock hangs stiff between my legs throbbing as your pussy clenches around my. "What would you think of running what you have done past Dave? He will understand it's a rough draft, so will evaluate just to see if he thinks it has the potential to be better. If he thinks it can be, maybe we can transfer the contract over to the new book and give you a better start to your career." You'd do that?" Larissa asked, a little surprised at the suggestion."Why not?" Rob grinned. "Look at it this way. We have a contract. We paid you money. You owe us a book. We both want it to be. I could tell she was on the brink of a shattering orgasm. I wanted her to know her fantasy was real, and so I pulled her blindfold up and off her eyes, so she could see.My wife’s eyes pretty eyes fluttered open, and her long eyelashes batted several times before her eyes focused on Mat’s face. His face was not more than 12 inches away from hers and his eyes were looking into hers as he continued to pump her pussy full of his hot cock. She called out, “Oh my God no! Oh my God, Oh My God” over. He slipped the skirt on and zipped it up at the side. He pulledthe matching top down over his head. If only he had a mirror!Remembering the problem he had the last time he wore a blouse, he ranto his cardboard dresser and pulled out two pairs of pantyhose and usedthem to pad the cups of his girdle, instantly giving him the illusionof breasts. Why hadn't he worn one of his male shirts? They were allstill in there? His reason was simple, he knew that the blouse he hadon went with the skirt. .