" So Jane Benson, am I going to have to hold you so they all get a good look at you? Or is Jane a good time girl?" What do you mean? A good time girl.... All us lads want is a good time. Now you can join us and have a good time with us, or we can have a good time at your expense, and you can leave here crying. You see it don't matter to us, we get to fuck you either way." No please don't say things like that, you're frightening me." Ok then I won't mention fucking. But you know you're going to. Marcia closed her eyes moaning in rhythm to the thrusts of her finger in her pussy and the squeezes of her nipples. Her thoughts were no longer with the characters in the book. The only thing on her mind was how incredible this feeling felt right now.Marcia threw her head back as her finger continued to give her the best fuck she had had in a very, very long time. She could hear the soft sappy sound that was emanating from the wetness of her pussy and she knew that it would only be a matter of. Making a 'metabolism' switch, I flipped it feeling some resistance, but it moved. I moved another switch to restore her hair color from grey to... Well, to be honest, I really didn't know what her natural color was, and thought she might look good as a redhead. I turned on the elasticity to her skin, hoping to get rid of her wrinkles, and even tried to flip a switch to slow her aging. The last was the hardest of all to move, but I was able to nudge it a little, before my head really started to. .use your fingers! Get me off....get me offfff!" I moved my mouth to her rosebud, and slid a finger up her wet slippery snatch, first one, then two. Curling then slightly, I sought out and found that elusive little soft spot and began rubbing in small circles. "Oh fuck," she flinched, "yesss!!!" I circled her g-spot until it was nice and swollen, and began to fuck her with my fingers, each in stroke, I circled that ball of flesh wiith my finger tips before withdrawing. It wasn't long before I.