"I'm sorry I brought it up."Brad was on a roll, though, merrily adding, "Or maybe Elise takes after her mother-in-law. You always liked my cock up you... ass when you were knocked up with our kids. So what do you mean, no sex? You always got your share of cock right up to the ninth month. Why should Elise be any different?"Helen Conway's whole attitude abruptly changed with her husband's mention of back-door sex. She was a lot more interested in her own sex life than she was in her son and. She really had no choice but to agree, she had no other options here. So we headed to the bedroom. This time we all stripped and got on the bed. As agreed, I was to focus on my wife and make this about us until the end. So I started by doing what I always do with my wife to warm her up, and went to lick her pussy. As I began to lick her, her friend ran her hands through her hair. I looked up from her crotch and saw her friend playing with my wife's tits, and kissing around her neck. Then I. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of things: one, I had just written a fucking novel in a week, whoa. Two, it seemed to be pretty damn good, double whoa. And three, what the hell was I going to do with it? I tried editing it, I even enlisted the help of a Lit-Editor, who was invaluable for early editing, and confirming it was in fact, pretty good, or readable at least. I spent several months then, editing, unashamedly. They're French.As I was saying, as we finished up with the assorted Ambassadors and Chargé d'Affaires and everybody had left the Awards room, the Japanese Mission to the Collectivity of New Caledonia had sent its military representative, the Naval Intelligence officer to the gala. He was the only one left in the Awards room.He cornered me to ask if I had seen a submarine on the way up from Norfolk."Yes, if you mean the one that twice tried to torpedo the Vellamo III." I wouldn't know anything.