I stretched, only a little nervous, on the bed and wriggled out of my pyjama bottoms, it's matching tshirt top having long since been discarded in fav...ur of naked comfort. I closed my eyes and let my finger tips roam my body of thier own accord while I brought my imaginary lover into being, strong, experienced and handsome. With confidence he lay me down and quickly took control, my makeshift latex rig suddenly making sense in my head. The little nubs atop my breasts were pinched lightly simply. "You mean, did I get laid?" her voice flat and sad. "Actually, I haven't been to Geneva since we... since..." She shuddered, "I shouldn't have said what I did," she said and dropped her gaze into the deep red wine. "No." she said. "That's over." Only her face showed the depth of her emotions."Hell, Helen, I'm sorry. Last time you mentioned it, it was almost a joke. Something happened, and you've been hurt."Helen got up from the table and walked to the wall of the balcony. She stood looking over. “Ow!”“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks, taking a sip from the mug.“I was making sure that I wasn’t dreaming,” he says, his eyes glued to the pointed ears atop her head.“You’re not dreaming silly,” she says, still smiling at him.Zach wants to look away, if only to look back to find her unchanged. But he finds it nearly impossible to not keep looking at her. She is covered in a bluish fur that seems to only enhance her beauty. “Are you sure it isn’t a dream?” he asks, feeling that if it. It felt as though my whole cock was being enclosed by a moist velvet glove. It was great. I lay still in her for a short while. I could see she was in minor discomfort, but enjoying it as well; that delicious point where small pain and larger pleasure collide harmoniously. “You’re bigger in me than Mo was Niruup,” she said. I felt very pleased and enquired if she is enjoying. Yes Niruup, very sweetly. I then planted a kiss on her forehead. I pulled back slowly and then in again, getting her.