It is a slice of life, a snapshot, a piece of time that is taken from the imagination of the author and stamped with the speed of machinery into the m...ind of the reader.Stamped so fast that it may never be forgotten.Short stories are not the vehicles for a history of time, not a life story, not a fantasy epic. The short story is a slice of life, a few centimeters from a whole ball of string.Now for those not stuck on the linear, on to my written words.The rock just barely missed the mailbox as. The window of the car rolled down slowly and there appeared Don’s beaming smile, you hungry he asked. Wendy replied; you know I think so but maybe I got the wrong thing here. Do you want to get in and we can see if that’s what I need? Don leaned back a little to reveal Tyler in the seat beside him, Oh I think we have what you need lady, he said confidently.Wendy was getting excited as she drove the three of them back to her hotel, making a beeline straight for her room. Once inside Wendy took. Abb me aur neechay chala gaya aur uske choot ko masalne laga. Maine jatt se apni ek ungli usko choot me daali aur usko finger fuck karne laga.Wo bahut enjoy krr rahi thi. Usne b himat dikhayi aur mujhe apni taraf gira ke mere uper aagayi aur mere lund ko apne haat pe le liya aur uper neechay karne lagi. Usne mere lund apne muh me le liya aur zor zor se choosne lagi. Me saatve asmaan pe tha. Aisa pehli bar tha ki koi ladki mera lund choos rahi hai. Abb maine usko apni taraf kheecncha aur usko. " She kissed him again. "So -- you going back to bed?" No. I don't think so. The coffee would just keep me awake." See you later." She gave him a little wave and headed out the door of his bungalow.Ned sat in his office. Caitlin breezed in carrying a paper bag. "What's this?" he asked as she handed it to him. "Little chocolate-covered donuts?" I know you like them. It's a way of saying thank-you for last night." What we did last night was thanks enough for me ... I do appreciate the gesture..