Steve slowed his thrusts then looked down as i looked up, my lips wrapped around the head of his cock. "Wow, what a natural little cocksucker are, you... just loved having it in your mouth didn't you? Now let's see if your tarty little rear loves it also. Getting up off my knees, Steve guided me onto a single seater couch and onto my back my high heeled feet in the air. Applying some lube to my ring and some to his hard dick he spread my legs and slid in between them. Lubed up, his cock pushed. Had he, somehow, been overcome with something he read or ingested from the book? Was this only some form of opiate dream?“Fuck it”, he thought. “If this be a dream, then let it begin with a fuck”, he paraphrased.Meanwhile, Lucy was drooling her father’s rich cum into her mother’s greedy mouth. “What a change!”, thought Lucy. “Yesterday, she wouldn’t say ‘cum’ if she had a mouthful. Now she does.”Mark continued to pound his massive length into the hot velvet vise that he had been denied for so. .. so, not really my problem. I tried to tempt her out through the fence (or even just up to it) with a small container of dog food that I had laying around (long story, I do *not* own a dog)(or want one), but the Momma wasn't the least bit interested, even though she was hardly more than skin & bones. One of her kittens, which was also little more than a spine with an empty stomach underneath, was more receptive. She wouldn't come to the fence, but would eat the food if I tossed it through the. "I mean, you're sixteen, you've been writing for over two years, and you have a vivid imagination, and you're talented, no doubt of that. I just wonder why you write only so-called erotic stories. Why you're only interested in those types of stories."He shrugged. "They're the most interesting kind of stories for me—to both read and write. They interest me the most. So I spend my time with them. I'm not that interested in any other kind of stories." Well, you know, far be it from me to tell you.