A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably...forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next time the reader falls asleep they will be thrust into a vivid dreamscape of one of their craziest erotic fantasies come to life.The dreamer will embark upon the kind of worlds you only get to see in. Either way, she whispers in my ear, "Later. Think of it as an early Christmas present."I check on Harry, his eyes are closed, I think he's asleep, so I take a chance, whispering back."Really? Am I the present? Or are you my present?" You're my present, of course. And I'm going to take a long time unwrapping you."Fred and George walk in then, whacking Harry on the foot.He grins, as he catches sight of the twins, moving his feet so they can sit down. So, he wasn't asleep after all. Or not very. BUT… if i didn’t make it then Amanda would see me soil my jeans!! It was a chance I’d have to take since I was starting to get dizzy from the diarrhea attack & cramps. Cyn opened the gate and I started hobbling up the stairs, still holding both ends with my hands tightly. I could feel my hand getting wet with piss as more of it leaked out every step up I took, it dripped off my fingers and I could smell the urine. It made a HUGE wet spot on my crotch I’m sure but I didn’t stop to look down &. Within a couple of minutes of throat-fucking him, the young man spewed three bursts of splooge that spouted down her prom-girl throat. His knees trembled so visibly that he almost collapsed. As she pushed a white trickle from the corner of her mouth she looked around at the men in her stable and smiled.To a man, they all had their dicks out and were stroking, each wondering who would be next. She had a plan though. For the last summer, each of them had mentioned deep throating. Because of.