She leaned against me on the sofa, pushing my fingerpicking arm away from the guitar strings. ‘You’re pretty fun, Ron. How would you like to stay ...he night?’ ‘Well, OK, just as long as you’ll still respect me in the morning.’ ‘How about if we don’t have leftover spaghetti for breakfast? Will a Denver omelet be respectable enough?’ ‘As long as you cook with your clothes off, sure. I could even stay for a naked lunch.’ She slapped my shoulder. ‘Hey, I’m an American Lit major, I know what that. She lathered and rinsed him meticulously, pausing only to kneel in front of him and hold out his balls to be kissed and the head of his cock to be sucked and lolled for a moment. Once she had teased him, she stood and handed him the soap.Joe began to wash her body, much in the way she had preceded with him.When he got to her behind he had her turn and bend. After he had soaped and rinsed between her cute butt halves he extended his hand forward to run his fingers through her pussy. He bent and. "You'll have to stop by to find out," she teased and walked out of the kitchen. I chased after her, but she ran into her bedroom and shut and locked the door. "Wait until tomorrow," she said through the wooden barricade, "it'll be worth it."Both chagrined and excited, I walked down the hallway toward Marc's room. She was, undoubtedly, setting me up, but I couldn't help wanting her. Only this last year had I taken a notice of Genie, as she had transformed, seemingly overnight, into a shapely. Must be a tough game.The ride raced downward, and suddenly I found myself in a dark tunnel, the entrance of which had the title, Reality Shift, glowing green and yellow. We were in complete dark, she and I- no rules, no shy faces. She was scared, and I so wanted to be scared too. I think I did a good job. But then it happened- she did something I never would've expected. She found my hand in the dark and held it. Tight, for security. It was beauty.It was around that time, in the dark, that I.