. it just happened. I had already forgotten about my brother's date when I heard him entering the house, with the voice of a girl following him, think...ng they were alone.I stood there, feeling like an intruder in my own house. I heard then, trying to climb the stairs, laughing and talking. They were drunk, they were confident. They thought that no one was listening.But I was there.I was on my bed, naked, following my strict routine of intense masturbation, my legs were spread and uncovered. I. “Jake, what’s going on?” I ask, drying myself with a surprisingly warm and luxurious fluffy towel.“Well,” Jake says with a big grin. “Outside is a limo waiting to take us home, while a removals team packs our tents and returns them to us after they’ve been dried out. And these here are clothes for us to wear home.”“Really? You’re k**ding with me. Right?” I ask disbelievingly as Jake hands me one of the suit bags.I unzip it and find inside a fluorescent pink thonged lycra teddy and behind that a. You step back as blood starts to drip down my neck. I run my fingers over the blood and lick it off as I stare deep into your eyes. I then walk slowly towards you, swaying my hips from side to side as I remove my top and bra. I kiss your lips passionately then take your top off. I then bend down and unbutton your trousers, taken them and your boxers down. I then start to lick your big hard dick, working my mouth all the way down till your cock touches the back of my throat. While I’m sucking. 'And what three words would others never so much as think of usingto describe Your Ideal?' said the next page. He hurriedly made hischoices of "prudish", "stubborn" and "arrogant". He was dissatisfied.Not "arrogant"; it was too formal. "Stuck-up" was more in her agegroup. People would never think to call her stuck-up.The inevitable new page came up. It read:'You're almost done.Is there anything else you wish to add to your ideal?' with a textbox beneath it. Well it's fantasy after all, he.