It was just what I wanted. But how much did it cost? I scarcely dared look. The price was thirty shillings, just within my reach so soon after my birt...day. I bought it and my fantasy world grew so much richer, deeper and darker. After a year or two my secret library at Aunt Hilda’s house had grown and grown. Before long the man at Edgar Backus had become a secret conspirator and a dear friend. His name was Jamie Gillespie. He had come down from Fifeshire to work as a coalminer in the South. My legs are as fair and as shapely as any, my breasts shake and there is thunder, my hips are the embodiment of flame, my mouth is the crucible of desire and what there is between my legs men and women alike would give much to possess. But more than this, my passion and my power both glow inside me like the fires of creation, spinning a veil of light that these ignorant Darrakhai cannot see. Now faces crowd me as I fall deeper into my reverie. I see the golden, jewel encrusted visage of. The more he ate the faster it beat. His whole body felt flush, claustrophobic in his remaining clothes. With his free hand he clutched at the collar of his shirt trying desperately to give himself some air. His ass cheeks clenched. His butt had the same throbbing ache as if he had sat for hours on a hard board. He clutched and attempted to massage his cheeks with his free hand as they began to round-out and swell behind him.“Orrrhhnnn…” Stan couldn’t stifle a moan as his hand soon found. However, he was a computer technician. It seemed too good to be true.“So, Charlene, I’m curious to find out. When are you and Travis going to get married?” Anya asked, her Estonian accent becoming more apparent after the wine.“We’ve talked about it. Unfortunately, both of us are too busy to settle down.” Charlene took another sip of wine finishing off her glass. Anya got up and left the room only to return with another unopened bottle. She poured Charlene another glass of wine, filling it up.