(*Wendy-J) Elaine, why do you write? A form of relaxation, practicing or this is what you like to write?(Elaine) I like to write! It is therapeutic, b...ut it is very time consuming and I find I don't have the time as I did.(Anne-Mal) Is it because of the lack of feedback?(Elaine) You could be right about the lack of feedback Anne.(Darkside) Elaine, how long does it take you to write a story?(Elaine) A long time! Some have taken months, some have taken weeks! The longer the story, the harder it. Down-right heartless. My Dad would be home in less than an hour and a half, assuming, God forbid he didn’t come home early. I don’t know what she was expecting from me, but I tried to do as I was told. I watched the movie, to keep from looking at my Mom.She looked at me then looked down at my shriveled dick.“Well…” She waited.I halfheartedly began to rub my lifeless dick. It would seem my dick had blacked out, gone to its happy place leaving me to deal with all this. My lucky dick. The “Mom”. Have it set one way and it forces your legs very wide apart and you have to strain your muscles to close your legs, and set it the other way and you have to force your legs apart.It seemed to take the guys ages to get it set so that it took some effort on my part to either open or close my legs. And, so they said, they had to take a video of me using the machine to prove that they had set it up right. Well that’s what they said.The other machine was a multi-purpose machine designed to. I'm lost in my thoughts about you. The warm water pours over my body washing the soap off me. You can't take any more. You stand there enthralled by my wet body. Your cock begins to stir. You quietly slide your jeans down your long legs, and pull your T-shirt up over your head, tousling your dark hair. As I rinse my hair I close my eyes, and you step into the shower behind me.You run your large strong hands up my body, cupping my breasts from behind. I push back into you. I know you like the.