Apart from what I have seen in biology text books, and art history class I have never seen a real man’s penis, but for some reason I am fascinated a...d fantasize every day what one would look like. I don’t really want to fuck you or any boy for that matter but just to see a man’s penis; it preoccupies my mind every day. I’m sick I know, I don’t even have any girlfriends to talk to about this about.” As I listened to Helen’s weird rationalization of what had made her do what she did, her state of. I know itseems impossible, but consider that you are talking to a statue rightnow, and bear with me. The man next to me is Nicholas Flamel, and yes,he is from the 18th century, as you surmised. He is the actualalchemist responsible for the Philosopher's Stone, a magical artifactwith the ability to turn lead into gold and grant everlasting life. Itis through this stone that he stands before you now. Nicholas workshere for me, even if he wishes it was more of a partnership. I broughthim here,. ’ ‘I didn’t do anything.’ I answered honestly. ‘I don’t believe that. Tell me, can you really see what they’re thinking and see in their minds?’ ‘Our minds. I see and experience it every bit as much as they do.’ I answered quietly. ‘Damn! Do you…You know, come too?’ ‘Sometimes.’ I whispered, looking at my lunch instead of her. ‘So you just make up a thought and put it into their minds and they feel it or what?’ ‘Not really. It’s like… I don’t know… Like when they touch me whatever desire they. He calls me all manner of names and accuses me of having an affair behind his back as he ploughs into me." she concluded."I don't wish to hurt you," I heard myself say."Don't worry," was all she said licking her full red lips."I do not have any protection," I answered as my cock began to thicken."Not a worry," she responded.I took a deep breath and stood up and summoned the voice I use on stage. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her off the couch and over to one of the wooden dining room.