He brought his free hand around, into my shirt and cupped my tits. Two minutes later his both his sweats and my shirt were off. Within another two min...tes, my jeans and panties were on the floor. Almost exactly twenty-five minutes after meeting this guy, I was naked on the couch, flat on my back, one leg over the back of the sofa and the other up in the air, being mounted by the largest cock I had ever touched or even seen. It was wonderful. I gave myself to him completely. We kissed deeply. But American. Caucasian. A beautiful,Caucasian-American woman, successful with a good paying job and the skillsand intelligence appropriate for that job." I did not want to be a maidworking at a hotel illegally. "Not racist much, are we," said the genie. She waved her hand. Nothing about the room changed. I stared at the genie who just shruggedher shoulders. Then I looked down at my hands and noticed my skin hadlightened. I had long fingers with even longer, highly polished rednails. . He was casually stroking my thigh, and I felt his breathing as I rested against him, it was deep and slow, and my heart was pounding in my chest as his rough hand stroked and squeezed my thigh, slowly slipping deeper to the soft inner thigh, and I could feel a stiffness swelling under my butt....I knew what it was, and felt very surreal and nervous knowing my Uncle was growing erect inside the loose jogging bottoms he wore.His other hand slowly moved up along my side, and his breathing grew. It was high time Gunn got his place back in the literary firmament, and Sandy hoped his book would help that rehabilitation along. The long-dead man deserved it, he was an amazing writer. Sandy really relished the opportunity of Red’s company for another two weeks or so. Too much, that was the problem. She wasn’t just a casual fuck for him, whatever he might be for her. She was getting under his skin and he knew it could never work out. He knew himself well enough to understand he was heading.