Turning, he found himself looking at a nearby tree. Dropping his gaze toward the ground, Patrick was amazed to see a tiny humanoid figure standing bes...de it, closing small, hidden door in the trunk. The Gnome was dressed in brown pants, a dark blue shirt, pointed red cap, and black boots. He had curly white hair and a bushy beard. He was smiling. ‘What can I do for you?’ the Gnome asked Karla. Karla introduced Patrick to the Gnome, the Keeper of the Bloom. She explained to him why Patrick was. The world around us would slip away as time and space became suspended and the only thing we heard was the beating of each other's heart as they mystically became one and beat in unison.Without saying a word, we knew what the other felt and could adjust accordingly. Raylene's sweet sugar walls gripped the sides of my cock and stroked it like 1000's of tiny silk fingers. As I slowly pumped her I continued to kiss and nibble the sides of her neck which only made her hotter and she tightened her. I love her tits. I am barely 5' 2" and white as white can be, I swear I glow in the dark. Other than the lacking tan (note the point of the trip) I am the typical California girl, long blond hair, blue eyes, girl next-door face, with a dancers body and 34DD tits. So off we hike, Carry in nothing but a pair of red spandex boy short undies and tinnies, me in flower print boy shorts, a sports bra and hiking boots, I'd rather suffer the tan lines than sun burnt nipples, (ouch! can you imagine?).We. Let me rephrase that. Not just someone, a copy of myself I had no idea existed until then. Needless to say, I was flummoxed.“That pill really worked, huh?”. Those were first words out of my friend’s after what seemed like hours of us staring each other down. I was broken out of my reverie after he spoke those words. I was struck with the immediate temptation to punch the smug smile off his face. But one thing that I have learned in all my years of friendship with Frank was that you never take.