" Uhuh," she couldn't stop touching me now. Her fingers were proddingthe flesh between my legs making my penis burn with passion. But whileit felt lik...e I was getting harder, it was like every minute it was onlygetting smaller. Harriet seemed to read my mind again. She leanedforward and kissed my dwindling manhood, then fully wrapped her moutharound it and began gently sucking. I'd never felt such electricity inmy life. I'd heard that real sex was so much more than touching oneselfand understood. Then Ms. Serve got busy with not one, but two other great series. I can only imagine how difficult it must have been to put one set of characters on hold to begin a short about a certain Taylor Swift, though not the singer one.I’ve considered writing an alternate chapter to compliment her other stories but I realized that these are HER stories and should only be told by her. Another author has come along and taken her challenge to continue the lives of Family Feud characters, Mrs. Waxerman and. I thanked him for his suggestions and made the font change. I didn't even mind the implied criticism.I posted the story, it was a little out of place because the site specializes in erotica, but they allowed about anything legal to be posted.It was up for less than eight hours and I started getting emails. Most were complimentary but several with some sincere criticism. I went back and did a thorough spell and punctuation check, and fixed some run on sentences, also paragraphs were too long.. His cock was so hard he thought his jeans would rip.When they got to his apartment he'd ask her to model for him. Painting took so much concentration he was able to forget about sex, though when he stepped back and looked at the finished pictures, they were so fundamentally erotic, no matter what the subject, that he saw he hadn't forgotten it at all, just mutated his lust into color and light and shadow.He had wanted to paint her ever since he first saw her, more than a year ago,.