Her imagination was not the best either, although in a way, she was the sum of all the imagination of mankind.But that was not her own imagination or ...reams. So she threw herself into being a vital, playful, energetic teen. Freaky was so lucky, she was the perfect girlfriend, except for being all invisible and naked and all. Well, come to think, nothing wrong with the last bit.Steetch wanted to make his samurai sword (using traditional Japanese methods) for the first two weeks, and then work on. She smiled at him rather uncertainly and reached behind her to unclip her brassière."I hope they are large enough," she said, "I'm not as big as most of your harem." They are beautiful," he replied dutifully as a pert young pair of pink tipped breasts were revealed."And I'm not shaved like your other women," she said, slipping the knickers off and revealing a liberal amount of thatch, just a little darker than the hair on her head."That's a matter of tradition," he said smiling, "In England few. “It’s so hard”, Jessica said. Are those your balls?” she asked, referring to my testicles. “They sure are, Jess. You can touch those too, if you want”. She reached down with her right hand in an ever-careful touch and started to massage my balls. I thought I was going to blow my load right then. She then moved her left hand to my cock and gripped it lightly and started to stroke it. The problem was, I was still dry. It started to hurt. “Jessica, that’s hurting. It needs lube”. “What do you. I forced my mind back to the reason I had come down. "Sue, did you just come to the bedroom a few minutes ago?" I asked her. "Why would I want to do that, with you in there?" she asked. "What were you doing in there anyway? I could hear you yelling from down here." "I was minding my own business," I told her, "like you should do." I left the room before she could start another argument. We kind of avoided each other the rest of the day. I knew Mum and Dad hated it when we argued. The truth is,.