Youd be surprised what triggers a story sometimes. I have also used readers ideas. So while the basis of Michael is real as in a person, my Michael is... must more then the real thing due to creative license. Hes like 30% real Michael, 50% creative license and 20%, the norm for this type of story. More about the rest of the characters later… **************************************************************************************************** Sunday night led into Monday morning and soon it was time. Her eyes were languid with desire for him, her soft lips were swollen and thoroughly ravished, her pink tongue darting over them subconsciously beckoning him to bury his tongue again in her mouth. She made helpless gestures with her hands trying to urge him on as she opened herself wider for him.How could he resist such paradise? With one shove, he penetrated her walls of utter bliss. At that moment, he knew he was caught in a web of consuming fulfillment he wouldn't be able to escape. How. My big problem was being shot by one while I was concentrating on another one. My first order of business was to shift to another tree before they surrounded this one.I slipped back until I was well away from my previous tree and moved sideways to my left a couple of trees. I had a slight advantage in that all of my opponents were bigger than me, so they would have more of a problem slipping unnoticed among the trees and brush. I was not sure about all of the men, but I was certain that one of. . He was sleeping.”“You could have woken him,” Phil wheezed, “Or was it because you hoped to see me?”The hot wife didn’t answer, trying hard to maintain a sense of clarity. Squishing noises could be heard as she jerked her fat neighbor’s rod faster and faster.“Easy Freckles!” Phil huffed, sitting up straight, his large belly wobbling as he grabbed her hand “You want to suck it, don’t you?”Katie squirmed, “Fuck you.”“Fuck me?” he growled, “Unbutton your blouse. Get naked for me.”The hot wife’s.