His thoughts kept returning to last night. He rememberedtaking his roommates cock out of his pants and marvelling at itsbeauty. He could almost feel o...ce again how it had swelled in hisgrasp. A reluctant smile creased his face as he thought of placing hismouth over Andy's manhood. Chris once again had a raging hard-on, andfound himself unconsciously rubbing himself through his sweatpants.A loud knock on his bedroom door started Chris out of his fantasy."Damn!" Chris thought. "Andy just keeps. -Come on Richard we've already gone too far.-Ok, but could you just bend over, dressed? I think it's fair you've seen my dick I should get some reward.-You guy's are all the same.I got on my knees and turned sideways on the couch so he could see my butt. I laid my face on the couch and wiggled my butt. Suddenly I felt him raising my skirt.-Richard.I couldn't resist it Kathy.He started feeling my ass. Then he ran his hand along my pussy.-There's a flood here Kathy.He was right I was wet like I'd. ” I tried remembering the picture from ‘Their Wedding Night’ that showed the princess’ dress in most detail. I thought it would open another window, or maybe replace the still-spinning image of Aneeka but instead I got a combination. It was the dress from the book but it was Aneeka wearing it. It had even changed so her face was no longer photo quality but instead the same drawn style as the book. The image was still rotating, using my memory of other panels to fill in missing details.“Nice.. The guns themselves weren’t entirely spectacular though they were expensive and well-made, but the ammunition he used was in itself quite menacing. He would spend hours loading shell after shell using a table mounted reloader, carefully measuring off the powder for each round. Once he had several long neat rows of the squat, shiny bullets lined up, he would place them in a padded vice and painstakingly knurl each projectile, a delicate process that involved scoring the surface in a.