" The man in bedwith him was a stranger, he'd never seen him before. It didn't matter. Hedidn't have the slightest doubt in his mind. This was Marjori.... HisMarjorie. "This might be a little hard to explain..."The man took a deep breath and looked straight at Carl. "If you tell me,I'll believe it." Carl could see it in her eyes. Marjorie knew him, too.He explained about the genie, the wishes, and the conditions. He left offthe literal deadline for his wishes. If she didn't remember her. When she allowed her glorious mane to roam wild and free, she was a porn star fantasy.On its own, her beguilingly beautiful face had won her numerous modeling contracts; if her face was simply amazing in its chameleon-like perfection, her body was downright breathtaking.Standing five feet, eight inches tall, she weighed one hundred and eighteen pounds, with thirty-four-D breasts, a twenty-two inch waist, and thirty-four inch hips. She knew those numbers like the back of her hand. They were her. I said: ?Sorry, it?s beendone to me so many times, I just couldn?t resist.? I was irresistibleand I knew it. Soon he was sitting with me sipping coffee, and I wasgetting his true confession. My own pussy was curiously dry, so whatever dance his cock was doing hadnothing to do with me. He came back to my apartment and showed me hispanties. His cock head peeked over the top of the panties with a littlespot of pre-cum. I bent and licked it off, leaving a tiny smear oforange lipstick on his tummy.. "Yes, yes, yes..." She waved her hand dismissively. "This house is big, but," again she looked at him with a kind of childish wonder and Jessie gave a little laugh. "Has it ... actually got books in it?" Izzy finished lamely trying not to get false hopes up.Daniel frowned at her wondering if she was mocking him. "Of course it's got books!" he nearly snapped, and feeling that he needed to add something more to that statement. "You are more than welcome to use it; while you stay here. I'll show.