"It's just a boner..." she says smiling, running her hand up and down the length of the shaft. She rests her hand on the head and rubs is quickly, bu... soft, with her palm. look down at her strangely before returning her curly little grin. Her other hand slides down to my groin aswell, but starts to unzip my slacks, quickly at first, but once the zipper is undone she slowly reaches inside. My cock throbs even harder when I feel her little hand wrap around it, though not totally around it,. It was all very romantic.I dived back into her story as her friend grabbed her and turned her around so she couldn’t see the painting. The story felt so real, the words simply jumped off the page and brought the characters to life. I felt like I was right inside the skin of the main character. It was almost as if I were her – living her life.“Bec! Bec you should come back inside. It’s nearly time for Dad to do his speech.”Liz shook me a bit and I jumped back into my own body. I shivered for a. .. 'Before he finished, I happened to glance down, and noticed on a low shelf a hardback with Loyd Larcher's name on the spine. 'What's this?' I broke in, bending to pick up the book. It was Not a Jenny More, Not a Jenny Less. A quick glance inside told me it was published in nineteen-sixty-two. No reprints were listed, and I realized that in my hands was an unblemished first edition, complete with dust jacket. The first sentence of the blurb read: When two cousins with the same name fall in. ‭ ‬Since he didn’t know the slug we have was broken all to hell,‭ ‬the detectives let him believe that it was only a matter of time till they matched it with the riffle.‭ ‬The little freak went belly up.‭’ ‬Hillary said. ‏’‎So was it what we thought‭?’ ‬Roger asked. ‏’‎It was indeed.‭ ‬Officer Smith knew nothing of it.‭ ‬The boyfriend hoped that it would scare her into running home to him with her tail between her legs.‭ ‬You know he must have a ten inch prick‭?’ ‬Hillary said‭ ‬thoughtfully..