” The poor thing was so exhausted it was like she was drunk again, “You’re gonna fuck me Tom?” she asked. “I don’t know. Do you want me...to?” “Yhes! We haven’t done it since…” her eyes tracked up to the ceiling in thought. “Sunday.” I finished for her. She groaned and shifted her head on Brook’s stomach, “The fact that I couldn’t remember means it’s overdue.” “Touch? “Just be kinda gentle ok, I’m a little sore back there.” She winced, shifting her hips and shooting a venomous. It was interesting that although this guy found the main character to have ‘ugly tits’, he still enjoyed the story enough to give it a 5. After a few moments, Tom pulled himself back up to the keyboard and took a long drink off of his whiskey. He began to think as he picked up the smoldering pipe and took a few puffs. Nothing like whiskey, tobacco, and pictures of his favorite fans to get the creative juices flowing. Tom placed his fingers on the keyboard and wrote the following: ‘To whom it. OoOooIt had been an uncomfortably hot day, unusually so even for this summer, and there was not even a breath of wind to stir the dust. It was nearly eight in the evening, but the blast of air from the subway entrances was still as scorching as a dragon’s breath and he was reluctant to join the masses on the Metro for the short journey to his apartment in the sixteenth arrondissement overlooking the Bois de Boulogne. It would be best to wait until it was cooler he thought and he took another. " Oh, hon, just because he's fifty or so, well, trust me, he likes you. Oh, and more than just for your casseroles, babe."Well, I brushed it off and went on but, actually, in the back of my mind, I was attracted to Scott. His tanned good looks, his lovely demeanor, his strong confidence in who he was. He was not the beer-gut slob sitting around watching monster truck tournaments all weekend, he was a fit, sexy man and he was right next door. Well, look, I'm human. And in those jogging shorts,.