She put her finger on the door panel, buzzing him, and a second later his voice issued from the speaker, inviting her in. He was expecting her. She he...self had requested the meeting two hours earlier.The door slid open and she entered. It was a modest office considering the importance of the occupant but still much nicer than the one she inhabited on the other side of the building. He had a desk of genuine oak wood, and plush carpeting covered the floor. Potted plants were sitting here and. But many of the girls I would date seemed to pale in comparison to the girl I remembered.I am careful to use the term "girl." The young woman Kellie manifested into wasn't part of my fond memories. By the time I left, there was far more about her that I didn't like than I did like. She had become manipulative and deceitful in her middle teen years. By her later teens, she was vengeful, arrogant and paranoid.But there were few who could compare to the young girl I met when I was a young boy.A. I gasped and tipped over the edge, shuddering as the orgasm washed over my body. His dick bucked in my hand and sprayed cum over my thighs. I was soaked, sticky and spent, but deeply unsatisfied. I wanted cock. He was mortified. I don’t think he knew I had come and he probably thought he had blown it all himself (well, in one way, he had). He zipped up, apologised and raced away, and that was the end of Brad. For my part, the experience had spoiled boys for me. I was determined that my “real”. She began to yell profanities. I could envision her back arching. I could feel her energy. I heard his grunting. I heard him pull out. And I heard him finish. I could just see everything in my mind. I could see my beautiful wife suddenly become a real, human woman. I could just see in my mind his finishing all over her beautiful body.And that?s when I finished. And I forgot one thing. I forgot to be quiet. I forgot I was supposed to be invisible. And then I experienced the most.