‘Try to put it in.’I shuffled up the bed until my tiny dick was level with her groin. It was hard, but still very small. I rubbed it against her v...lva, and even managed to part her lips with it, but we were certainly safe from any unwanted teenage pregnancies for the time being.ThreeMy sister’s disappointment with the size of my dick meant that she soon lost interest in playing Mommies and Daddies and, although I pleaded for more opportunities, she turned her attention to other things and I. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective reader opens to.A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the. After I had spent inside her I quizzed her about it. At first she was embarrassed to talk but after pushing her it all came out. It turned out that being taken while unconscious or nearly so was big turn on for her, it was something her repressed self could deal with. It was all so obvious when you think about it, all her life she had been told that good girls don't, even though your growing body was screamed out for it, but if you were very drunk or even unconscious no blame could be attached. She seemed to be thinking about something, looking back and forth from my face to Andrea's. She disengaged from both of us, stood up and said, "We need to talk." She took Andrea by the hand and led her away for a bit of privacy. They came back several minutes later, standing in front of me and smiling. "Peter, you know that Lydia and I are lovers, but we are much more than that. We want to be married now that it's legal in this state. We have something to ask you. Please think about it.