Powerless, a damsel in distress, all the fantasy was now real and the rhythmic thrusting of the hidden replica penis was creating both a level of ecst...sy and a frustrating diversion to her thoughts. I could see it in her eyes she needed the vibrating to stop before she could think.But then, in an instant, she was snapped out of her fantasy.A noise, the front door with its familiar creak, oh my god. At the same time she feels a sudden dampness, and is slipping into reality. She is he, no she. She sat down and thumbed through. The first pages were full of yellow highlighter marks. She started to read them and they snapped her attention. What the hell? She thumbed through them until she came to the page which seemed to explain it.You seem to be someone I feel might be open to this.I should tell you that it is from someone you knowBefore you read this, This contains some sexually orientated materialAnd the potential for a really good fantasySo here's the deal.Find a time to sit down. "The heroine is a woman, and she wanted, desperately wanted, to have sex with a woman. Hell, she wanted to shack up with another woman." Well, why didn't she? Weren't there any beautiful princesses around? Or do you think that all women-loving women are diesel dykes?" Had she really said that? Big Sue, the girlfriend of Mike, the Eminem look-a-like? But then Sherry thought of 'The Garage' and of the two hundred beauties who didn't give him a second look, and he replied, "Big Sue, you've. You looked and made not a sound but slowly without thinking your hand went to the front of your jeans and felt the fire there-you gasped as you didnt realise how hot you were already .You loosened the top of your jeans and eased your hand into the top of your panties,they were the blackones you had shared in your pics earlier-a treat for me later when yuou were tying me to the bed you thought but now your thoughts were on other things My shoulders lifted and swung the axe at a particularly hard.