“Can I pliz talk to you for mo ment?”We walked back and he put his hand out, first to me and then to Lyn. “Would you like coffee?” he asked.We... sat down at one of the plastic tables at the cafe next to the gallery and ordered our coffees. Both of us were intrigued as to why he was so keen to talk to us. We engaged in some general chit-chat; asking about his inspiration and his background etc. Frankly, we were just being polite. And, it would appear, so was he. He answered all our questions. The way she used her tongue on the head for a while. The way she took his entire length to the back of her throat. And she let him cum in her mouth and swallowed. She even went as far as squeezing every drop of cum from his cock and licking it, not wasting a drop. In our eighteen-years as husband and wife, she’s never done any of those things for me.”Bill let out a long, slow whistle. “Oh, man, don’t you know?”“Know what?”“To a mother – and I mean every mother – the cock and balls dangling. .. 9 ... He pulls his underwear down and lines up his semi-hard dick with her slit. As he adjusts the angle for penetration, the cameras zoom in and the audience leans forward in anticipation.Half of the TV screens facing away from Harold change view to show the close-up of a young woman’s face illuminated by a small light. The box the girl’s head is in has its own internal camera! The curly strawberry blonde’s eyes are half-lidded ... she’s obviously drugged but awake.At 3 seconds Harold gets. Why else would I write so many sex stories?" I added."So, are you working on a story now?" She inquired."Ah, yes." I answered.I explained to her that I was working on a story but I was having trouble finishing it. I was having difficulty with the sex scene. It seems after a certain amount of sex story writing, it is hard for me to keep the sex parts fresh. I told her I was starting to think of the sex parts in my stories as more of a necessary evil."So, you think sex is a necessary evil?" She.