Frances loved that nothing was ever pastel with Gianni. For him, life and everything in it was perceived in primary colours, to be consumed and revell...d in. It was this joie de vivre that set him apart from other men, and his refusal to give in to ordinary life as most men his age would. Every day was cause to anticipate a new experience to laugh about. His looks were not conventionally handsome, but he was more than appealing. It was like comparing the almost too pretty looks of some American. She figured that it was madness but best to say it anyway. Who was to criticize her in the middle of nowhere anyway?“My name is Daiyu! ... I am looking for Fenghuang!”The wind picked up around her. It was the same wind as before when she yelled out her name.“Was that? ... Was that a response to my words, or have I truly lost it out here?”She looked around her surroundings as she saw the plants and leaves blow in the wind. She looked around but saw nothing.“Please ... if there is somebody here. Perfect."Then, she pulled her panties down and kicked them aside.Oh, wow. She could be a model in Playboy. Her pussy was bare, there was no hair around it like with Mrs. O'Keefe. It was perfectly split in half, nice, rounded, it looked ripe like a peach.She stood there for me to see."Here I come, Russell," she said as she crawled up on the bed and lay down beside me."Touch me, Russell, touch me all over. Feel me everywhere. I want your hands all over me."Her skin was like silk, so soft, warm, I. Well, that?s new. Tom reached down and grasped theappendage between his legs. Tom wasn?t small to begin with, a good six or seven inches long, but this thing... it was at least that big limp. Coming out of his thoughts, Tom realized that he wasn?t just holding his new penis, he had begun to stroke it, and it was responding, growing to what must have been eight or nine inches now. This could be useful, Tom thought to himself, but why stop here. With a twitch of his newfound power, Tom continued.