V. Me ftv ka chanel laga diya aur janbhujh kar uske taraf dekhne laga, wah bahut sidhi thi aur wo thodi ghabra gai, fir maine usse kitchen se paani ma...gwaya aur paani lete samay uske hath ko ko sahlane laga, jab mai uske haath ko sehla raha tha tab mera lund ekdam khada ho gaya aur use chodne ke liya utsuk ho gaya.Mai fir nahane k liya gaya aur kapde nahi le gaya, maine nahate samay apne lund ko hilaya aur jorjor se aaaaaahhhhhh ki awaj nikalne laga tabhi maine bathroom ka darwaja kholkar usse. It was titled "I've been changed: help me please." It was addressed to the entire Fictionmania list so I thought it was just another story, but I didn't recognize the alias on it. It was from someone named Tuesday. I had never heard of them. But that wasn't so uncommon, like I said there were a lot of lurkers on the list that rarely sent anything to anyone. Expecting something interesting I open the email and started to read. It was short and to the point and read as follows: "Help me. People use Pokeballs to capture monsters, transforming them into energy and storing them until they’re needed. Only one of the monsters, called Pokemon, can be stored in each Pokeball,” Bria answered.“Aside from not transforming my companions into energy, it does sound very similar. The difference is that once place and activated, I too, can enter the cube where my companions live. I even have a wood cabin in there. It certainly beats camping.”Laughing I said, “I can definitely see that. You. With everything planned, I started to move my body, pushing up with little force. First I had to learn to get my old rhythm back on track, my body writhing with the pleasure of many years not feeling and only satisfied with masturbation. My eyes kept on Karém the entire time, not taking her eyes off hers at all. I must say she had lovely eyes, a fire coming out of them almost burning mine. More resisted her eyes staring back at them.In a surprise, she sucked the tips of my lips with hers. My.