“I think you have a keeper there.” “So you’re not mad?” I asked cautiously. “Mad? Naw.” She chuckled and I breathed a sigh of ...relief. “I’m pissed! I swear to God Thomas Morrison if you…err…if you…” “I get it.” I said sullenly. “Good boy.” She looked at the time and sighed. “Not tonight I guess, but Sunday is good. You?” I nodded. “Fantastic!” I felt something tugging at my shirt and I looked back. Brook had sat up and was putting on her shirt. “Come here.” She said,. She moaned and thrust, strongly stimulating my penis. Not wanting to climax prematurely, I put my hands on her hips again, stopping her back and forth movement and encouraging her up off my body. When her weight came off my penis, it immediately sprang to attention. I moved her slightly forward as the head of my penis glided down between her labia and stopped at her dilated vagina. I could feel her tension as she realized that something much larger than my finger was now about to penetrate her,. "I wish," Samantha said, a little embarrassed, "but I haven't reallywritten since college. I'm not a real writer like you all."Just then a new person showed up, a punk queen medusa witch whointroduced herself as Amber Kablamb."Then you're a writer!" Amber hollered at her, and kissed Zoey right onthe lips in front of her. Samatha was shocked to see two transgenderwriters kiss each other, she didn't know that transgender writers couldbe lesbians for one another, but also it was exciting to. I leaned over and kissed her on her lips.Melissa snuggled close to me, as we drove out onto the street and made the tour of Riverton, then back to Patch’s Garage.“Well ... how did she run, Danny?” Patch asked as we got out.“Runs like a clock, Patch. I just drove through town and got a dollar’s worth of gas and us a Coke, but she was just purring ... still smokes a bit, though.”“It’ll do that for a day or two more’n likely ... until you get all the oil burned out of the cylinders. We’ll keep an.