And it was back to swinging on its hinges so it opened to the inside. "I *told* you he's a cartoon!" Deana said. " No! I get it!" Dinah snapped her fi...gers. "He's watched so many cartoons, that's the first thing he thinks of when he uses his magic." "Cartoons are magic?" "To a kid his age?" "To a boy!" Deana frowned, crossing her arms. "But the stuff's all an illusion!" "No more real 'n a cartoon?" Deana hoped. "Look around. Where'd the stuff alla sudden disappear to?" Deana looked around.. Shoved into the top of the right boot was a riding crop. She wore a bustier with a little patch of satin attached to it that barely covered her pussy while at the top her nipples were covered but not all of the areolas. The black gloves that covered her hands went up passed her elbows and were fingerless but no mask hid the smile she wore as she looked around the room. Her dark eyes sparkled as she observed what was there.Draped across a 'discipline horse' she saw a nude male. Well built,. That was when I had my second climax."Damn!" I thought. "Two for two strokes. Either I'm horny as hell or he's a great fuck. Oh, well. Mr. Cock is knocking on the door, I guess I have to open up and let him in." I tilted my hips and ground my rapidly dilating cervix onto his cock-knob. He got the idea and gave a big shove, working it deep inside my womb, where the business end of all big cocks belong. Again I popped my cork. This was making me delirious with pleasure. I felt another wave of. She sighed in anxious contentment as she nestled in more deeply, and then spread her thighs in seductive welcome as Monica began to climb up, cat like, between her legs. Since her sexual awakening, Sarah had known somewhere deep in her heart that she was a lesbian. She had tried to deny it at first, but no matter how hard she wished otherwise, her secret desires would always whisper that one, single, undeniable truth.For an unbearably long time she pretended not to hear those whispers. She.