Once I was about halfway over to her she stood up out of the chair, and put one foot up on the table to I could see the dildo fucking her even from be...hind. I stood there jerking a watching her fuck herself through her hot green panties.As I walked closer to her, it felt better and better. The idea of my dick being in the dildo's place became more real with every step I took. The dildo was moving at an amazing pace by this point. She was so wet, it has soaked through her panties. Her moaning was. I’ll moan and gag over you, allowing you to get deeper. The vibrations of my cries through the moans will make you pulse hard in my throat. Feel it tighten around you, making it a nice, snug fit. Your soft fingers caressing, pulling and pinching my aching nips will make me so wet. You’ll love to finally slip inside my velvet, soft, wet pussy.” Groaning out, you suddenly want that just as much as I do. I know you do. You’d love to come in my throat, fill me with your seed. But, you want to. " Well, if she wants to get her hands dirty in field operations, we ought to be able to find a place for her," Harper commented. "Maybe six months or a year out in some grubby little hole out in the field would make L.A. look pretty good to her. God knows, there ought to be someplace that we could find for her like that." Can't think of anything right now, at least nothing that's going," McMullen said. "Maybe this snake thing with Jenny Easton. Maybe six months or so of snow and dumb. I was inspiredto write this after seeing a post from Anonymous Writer a few days agowhere he/she was just talking about ideas, answering questions, etc.Might be good for all of us authors to do so once in awhile.I posted a story a few days ago titled 'Unintentional Consequences',which was just a continuation of one I wrote long ago called 'Shoes &Socks'. That one didn't receive much in the way of reviews, so I assumedthe subject matter was not interesting to most of you. So I guess I sortof.