Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. 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. Full stop. No other contact.Then maybe four years later I was on a long distance train ride from Manchester to London in one of the more modern longer carriages the girl around the same age as me sitting opposite asked if she could read one of the newspapers I had on the table between us. She was early twenties, blonde with an average figure. This led to a short conversation before she took a letter out of her bag and started reading it. Once she had finished I couldn’t help but notice that she. Perfect!Eventually Greg groaned and kept jamming his cock in her pussy before getting off her. It was my turn.My cock was extremely hard. I was very eager for my turn. I climbed on top of her.I spoke softly. "Anna Marie."She looked at me through tear-blurred eyes."I'm so excited I get to fuck you. It's payback. Do you understand?"She shook her head."You fucked me and my friends by being a snooty, rude bitch and now we're fucking you back by literally fucking you."As I talked I poked around. Glen paralleled my path down his own soft road. Soon, our fingers were grazing pussy hair. Stretching two fingers out, I negotiating between a pair of nether lips, looking to see that Glen did the same. I pushed my fingers into Mom's cunt and knew from the matching gasp that Glen had done so too.I concentrated on frigging my mother well. The squishy, wet sucking sounds, clearly too much for one pussy to produce, informed me that Glen was trying as hard as I. I couldn't resist reaching over to.