“I remember one story that was rather long, but I loved it.” She then mentioned the title of what she said was her favorite story. I tried but cou...dn’t stifle the wide grin that spread across my face. Her favorite story was one I had written. She noticed my grin and asked. “You’re Lucky Mann aren’t you?” “Guilty as charged. I am Lucky Mann, and that story was one of my favorites as well.” I then handed her one of the cards I give to people who may want a story written featuring them as a main. They began to fuck furiously.Helen was being tilted and lifted on his prick. As the burro fucked her cunt, her ass lifted from the platform. Her legs hooked around his cock stalk, ankles locked, like an acrobat performing some gymnastic feat on a horizontal bar. Crazed by lust, she cried out and whimpered as she ground her cunt around on his cockmeat and pumped her loins wildly on that sliding bar of rock-hard prick.Helen's pussy started to cream.She came once, then again, immediately.She was. They curved upwards slightly and were capped by the most beautiful areolas; about one and a half inches of reddish-brown titillation finished with perfect pencil eraser sized nubs. Taking all that in and adding it to the sleek curve of her hips, her narrow supple waist, and her gorgeous face helped solidify the attraction that I already had for her. There would be no turning back after that point. “Davey, is that you?” she squeaked while moving swiftly to hide behind her door. She pulled it. "Em, you're there to clean her up, not give her orgasms."Emily looked up at her father, considered a sarcastic comment or maybe a raspberry, saw the stern look on his face, changed her mind and just nodded. She then took a deep breath and started licking up the cum that had already dripped out before sliding her tongue up Jenn's vaginal tunnel to clean out the rest. Satisfied, Dave nodded and went around and collected his and Jenn's clothes. Olivia's clothes were laid neatly over the back of a.