”“Was that an invitation?”“What? Oh, no.” She walked away and then over her shoulder she said “Well, maybe”At ten they had had their sup...per, had the evening meeting and all gone their separate ways. He sat, naked on his bed, he was measuring his erection – damn it, it was seven inches. The cheeky cow. There was a knock on his door. He opened a crack to see Harry there. She pushed in, looked at him and said “I see you are ready for me” And pulled off her pyjama top. “Come on”“You don’t believe. I wanted the salty surprise at the end, I wanted his batter inside me. I wanted to drink the fluids of his fountain. I sped up my hand, stroking his cock and slid his head down my throat, gaging in the swollen helm of his mighty night. Fuck this was amazing!“Wait!” He gasped, “Wait!”I slid my mouth off him, “Yeah.” I said through breaths. “You’re so beautiful,” He said looking down on me, “I don’t want you to be surprised – and I was close.”“Its okay,” I stood up.His hands touched me, running. And so, like I always did, I changed my perception and embraced the swirl of energy as if Everett had again come to visit and to remind me that everything is just dandy with him. Is that when I first discovered that traversing back and forth from the struggle of suffering to the stoicism of security actually created my own personal meandering path of becoming creatively engaged in life? Now, my creative mind worked quickly to imagine that any heaviness of sadness was Everett’s way of asking. I've been toying with the idea of a Q&A session with the characters of this series. If you would like me to write it, leave a question and who it's for and I'll choose some to be featured (you can do this in the comments or by private feedback).Enjoy. ***Amy woke up on Tuesday morning and went through her normal routine of eating, showering and getting dressed for the day. Of course, now she had an extra thing to wash, and it had become toiling to wash he new horse-cock and balls every day.It.