<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Peeping Twin </em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div><br/>He knows just how to nurse the little love bites he gives me and I tilt my head to let him suck me gently, sighing in delight. My eyes open and I gaze at him with a curious smile, my head still to one side.<br/><br/><strong>"I do....?"</strong><br/><br/>My smile widens when he groans as he pulls out of me. I love that I can make him feel so good. His words thrill me too. Excitement bubbles inside me and I find myself grinning as he describes the messages he's had from his readers. I find I'm actually considering it. Perhaps more than just writing...<br/><br/><strong>"Well...."</strong>I stroke my hand over his chest and look into his eyes,<strong>"What if we do....all of it...? But what do I talk about?"</strong>I really have no idea how to write a blog, what I would say. Pictures and videos are easy. And would be quite fun. But the writing part I'm not so sure about.<br/><br/>I rinse myself off quickly under the water and turn off the shower, grateful yet again for the tankless water heater that allows me all the hot water I want. It's come in handy on more than one occasion where Reese is concerned. Stepping out of the large shower stall and wrapping a huge, fluffy white towel around my dripping wet body I begin calmly combing my hair as I think about how this could work. I meet his eyes in the mirror.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright...But only if you help me. Tell me what to say and everything..."</strong>