I relaxed and read, but when the first encounter between the hero and the damsel came, I imagined her kneeling down in from of him, extracting his ‘...ove’ from his pants.Soon her hair was blonde and I found my hand was massaging my naked pussy and it felt great. I kept the memory going and remembered Ed’s guttural cry and Becky’s strangled gags until she could take no more and pushed him away. That was when she’d seen her first penis in real life. It was pointing up, long and hard, spurting. " She sat up and grinned, then pinched his cheek. "So I'll have to come back with you, won't I!" Oh, no! Not that. It's going to be complicated enough trying to explain where I got to last night. As for Sally, has she been away one night, or three weeks?" Or six. I still think it might take another three weeks to get back. Hey, I've just thought of something. If you occasionally find you take three weeks longer when you come back in time, it would work the other way for me. If I come back with. Again he started stabbing me with his manhood, sliding his penis up in the soft, fleshy cleavage. Again I was prepared for it and continued my strive downwards.I lay down on my belly, straddling his leg, letting my wet softness play on his naked shin as I rode his muscular but still boyish and almost hairless leg, my clitoris springing to full attention, my breasts on each side of his thigh.I looked him in his beautiful eyes, smiling to him, smiling that seductive smile I knew could drive. I arranged dates three nights a week and I was very generous in my payments since I knew how much she needed it. I guess I wanted to make sure that she didn’t look elsewhere for income. I guess it worked, because she was always available whenever I asked, except for her minimum wage job work hours.This was different for a workaholic like me who had depended on sluts and gangbangs for my sexual release. Nothing personal in them at all. She was a real person and I was getting hooked into her.Then.