Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.M... personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger,. Twenty minutes had passed and I started thinking what if she just told me to take the stopper from under the door and lock it? Then, tell me to stop reading and come over there. And as I would’ve walked over there she would tell me she has some confessions and that everything stays in that room..better yet our memory. And just commands me to take my belt off, drop my pants and take her dress off. I started imagining her titties flop out of her bra and her ass slipping out of her panties, her. "Her swollen fanny will bulge invitinglyinside the sodden little strip of satin that forms the crotch of herpanties. I won't bother to undress her. I shall simply pull her knickersaside and fuck her like a greedy slut. The cotton gusset is alreadydripping with her juices, she is so desperate for my cock. You knowthat, don't you?" He moved closer to Daphne, who had her hands claspedbehind her back like a good obedient little girl. David was trying hardto fight off the mental images Jake was so. .. I've been looking for...' her sentence trailed off into the endless limboof the unfinished statement. It was ridiculous -ludicrous really - she still grew as coy as a tenyear-old whenever she went shopping for underwear.The saleswoman stepped into the cubicle, absentlyforgetting to close the door behind her. Angie openedher mouth to say something, but couldn't quite get itout.'Do you need a hand with that?' Jean asked, indicatingthe garter belt.Angie glanced over at it, scarlet-faced and.