I've been turned into a real, live Lois Lane!My dreams have come true; somehow, I've been turned from someone thatwrites stories about his favorite fe...ish into the very object of thatfetish, who can now write even more professionally. As I turned awayfrom admiring my new image, I saw what I should have noticed when walking to the mirror. Everything in my room now looked eminentlyfeminine, with no sign of my old aircraft pictures or even my photos and artwork of heroines like Batgirl and. “Would you like a lick before you go?” Jill asked.“Mom, oh God, mom, would I.” Tim moved quickly to stand in front of her and as he bent his head to suck her rigid nipple into his mouth she cupped the back of his head.“Suck, baby. Suck me. Nibble on my nipple. Feel how firm they are waiting for you to nurse from them. Ohhh, yes, baby, suck, suck.”Tim licked and ran his tongue around the hard little nubbin. Jill groaned as the tingling sensation sped from her nipple to her pussy.Suddenly she. Tina kept feeding me those damn shots all night long and I proceeded to get hammered. Somehow later at night I did manage to swallow a blue pill.After all the guest had left, we succeeded in having sex in every room of her condo. Whether it was me eating her out, or her giving me a blow job, or me banging her on a table. The most exciting sex was on the patio table where I lubed her anal hole with some jello shots. I don’t know it jello shots are a good lube or not, but it was used that way. I. It was a light book, written in 1912 it was certainly a book of its time. Within an hour I was halfway through it. There were solid good guys and evil bad guys, a beautiful princess and monsters and battles, it reminded me of some of the Saturday morning cinema films. My father would have said ‘a good old-fashioned romp’.Other than learning a little about Luke’s reading interest, I learnt something of great interest. In the book, you could only call someone 'my princess', if you had declared.