" Well, what about your…friends?" Oh, I don't see much of them when the spookhouse is closed. They…keep to themselves." They certainly don't seem ...ike sociable types." Murphy was at the mirror over the mantle, trying to clean himself up. Shelley started a blaze in the old fireplace. The orange light reflected in her eyes. For reasons he couldn't possibly understand, Murphy shivered. "Quite a thing, that 'spookhouse' of yours. It made me feel…it made me feel…I don't even know the word for it…". I tell you that I love you and revel in the feeling of your lithe arms encircling my neck. Your skin feels so soft that I can’t help but caress you. I run one hand along the length of your arm until my fingers intertwine with yours. Your soft, small hand feels so delicate in mine. I raise it to my lips so that I might celebrate it there. One by one, I taste each pretty finger before I bless your palm and return it to my neck. You kiss my forehead. I nestle my face in the crook of your neck. His face was hidden by a hood and it was too dark to make outany features under it. At first, I was afraid that I was to be mugged."I think you'll find this book relevant to your interests," he said, in agruff voice. He shoved a heavy, hardcover book into my hands, and beganwalking away."Hey, wait! Who are you?" I asked, and I chased after him as he walkedaround the corner.Upon turning the corner, there was nobody there. It was almost as if I'dimagined the entire encounter, and yet the book. With my eyes closed, away i go into fantasy land.And I walk in to your room envying the bottle, the hand that caresses your clit, and the finger tip that is now half way in your pretty ass. I grow hard as I undress.I think about masturbating in front of a guy while he masturbates in front of me. Just as we are about to cum, we move together and i squirt my girl cum on his cock while he shoots his cum on my pussy lips.I would love to masturbate in front of you while watching you do the same. I.