Bethsuspected that Brad would be okay with this, because he didn't reallywant to come.As soon as she got back to her room, Beth took out her phone to ...callBrad. She started to dial his number but stopped when she saw that shehad a voicemail from Brad. She thought that was odd. She couldn'tremember the last time Brad had called her, much less leave a voicemail.She pushed play on the message and listenened:"Hi Beth. I have some bad news. I can't come down this weekend. Thepipes burst in my. . mumbles end and my stroking continues ... as I stroke I discover her pussy starting to get wet ... not as wet as my current girlfriend would get when I fingered her, but still wet ... ok, why not, I figure and let a finger start to push inside a little ... ahh, wetter in here I see ... more mumbles, legs opening further ... shit, now what am I gonna do I ask myself ... enjoy was the answer so I let my finger slide deeper inside until it was fully buried and I began to gently slide it in and. Erotic stories. She started writing them because it was so hard to find erotic literature of any quality. Most of the stuff she found online seemed to be aimed at how much fucking could be written onto a single page. In her opinion, there was a distinct line between raw porn and sensual, erotic stories. In frustration, she sat thinking to herself that she could certainly do better than that. On her very first attempt, she found that she could write stories that were exquisitely sensual yet. "Well, that's not helpful, Steve thinks and specifies his question, "What did you say to her, Jenny?" I didn't say anything!" She sniffs."I see," Steve responds. In his head, he goes through all the possible reasons why Jenny wouldn't want to go to prom with her best friend. Well, his sister is obviously bisexual, that much he knows but maybe she doesn't want to admit that. To herself or to the public, it would be a big step, that's for sure …Jenny rips his thoughts apart, "No, you don't see!".