“Hey… god, this is so weird,” Stephanie said.“You know, as amazing as our masturbation session was, I can’t help but want to enhance the exp...rience even more.” Her pussy smiled as a feeling of apprehension came over Stephanie.“What the hell do you mean, enhance?” Stephanie reluctantly asked.“I mean, I know there are toys for self-pleasure. I wonder what a vibrator feels like, don’t you? I bet it’s amazing!” Her pussy exclaimed.“I’m not stepping foot into one of those shops. It’s bad. (Come, walk with me, ) he said, and we were off.We stepped through the portal? pattern? doorway? and back into that place of patterns. Seemingly endless rows and rows of patterns, going on beyond my comprehension.(This is what you would term, 'My Library', of magic. Every spell known to anyone is here, including spells yet to be known. You and your wife have been granted the power and the ability to access my library, yet niether of you use it. Do not waste this time, as it is beginning to run. That being sayed, most women I find attractive are ussually married or already divorced.Let me start with this one. I have this girl I know for years, we grew up in same part of Belgrade, had a couple of mutual friends, but were never close or even thought about hooking up. I saw her once or twice a month, we would greet each other, and nothing more. She is my age, tall, very tall, about 1,80m, black long hair, slim, but stronger in her tighs, and has big boobs. All in all, a great looking. I was always good with my hands growing up and my dad taught me how to do mill work and welding so after I graduated it just seemed to be the natural thing and go work in construction. The only issue I faced was either guys hitting on me or calling me a lesbian. I know that most of the teasing was normal but I feel that some of it was out of jealousy from the guys since I was better at my job than most of the guys were. Now don't get me wrong, I never thought of myself as better than anyone.