(Morpheus) Lana, I agree, but there are so many stories that I've pulled from the net by good authors and I just want to finish them.(Bashful) A poll,...on the Fictionmania voting page, asked if people read on line or download to read later. When I looked at the results, only about 25 % were downloading to print and read later.(Morpheus) Of course, it takes up less net time and you can read at your own convenience.(Bashful) Do you ever get writers block?(Morpheus) Bashful, yep. I sometimes have. ‘‘YAAAH!’’ he screamed as he became the first to drop his sperm inside of me.‘‘Justin, you’re up!’’ said Raymond. The brown cock slid in, and Justin gave me another vast pounding, when next, he shot the second load. Vladimir was the third in row. Taking his time, as if he hadn’t already used me up enough that night. Meanwhile I kept a hand to myself and jerked my own cock hard as his was sliding up and down my canal. When eventually he came too under the shouting of some Russian. Shelly didn’t want anything. She just said, “Precious, would you mind standing up for us again so I can see the sun shining through that thin nightshirt?”I immediately turned all red, but for some reason stood up and faced her, knowing that I was standing in front of the window and the almost-setting sun was shining directly on me– or through me if you count the nightshirt. She held her hand up with the index finger pointed straight up in the air and twirled it slightly. In response, I turned. Everytime he pinched her nipples, she would let out whatsounded like a muffled squeak. Christi’s squeaks andmoans served to vibrate Walt’s cock. He couldn’t takemuch more.After pounding Christi at both ends for about 10minutes, Walt looked at Sam and said, “She’s driving mecrazy with that throat of hers. I’m gonna pop soon.”Sam agreed, “Yea man, her tight snatch has beensqueezing my dick. I think her pussy wants my load.What say we blow at the.