‘Where should I stand?’ she asked. ‘A little to the left of where you are,’ I told her. I held the books up and she snapped a picture. We look...d at it in the viewer. ‘That’s perfect,’ Gina said. ‘I got you all the way from your head to your shorts, and the book just barely covers your nipples.’ ‘Yeah, that one’ll go before the two in the living room.’ I opened the book and set it on the pillow. I took my pants off and lay on the bed. A stuffed doll of an Indian, the CIT Braves’ mascot, sat. She gasped because Ted's cock was considerable longer and thicker than Andy's and she was entranced by the feeling as he stroked into her. Suddenly he stopped and withdrew from her highly aroused pussy with her protesting loudly. He resumed the commentary as he asked her to bring her legs back towards her head as far as she could and then hold her legs there by grasping her thighs. He then, with her bent back almost double, inserted his cock again with him reaching into her pussy further than. ‘I guess I was afraid of you.’ ‘And are you still?’ she asked. ‘Now that I see you, I suppose not. I guess I never would have been if I had known. But I saw you once. It was only in a dream, but you were terrifying, like something out of Milton, and now here you are like this. You’re trying to trick me again aren’t you’ ‘I’ve never tricked you,’ she smiled. ‘I have no form. You see only what you wish to see as does anyone who meets me. I am only a reflection of you. You see only your own fear,. One of my hands is slowly making its way up under your top, caressing your soft and shapely tummy. My questing hand wrap itself around one of your tits, I let out a slight gasp at the soft sensual feeling of your warm young bosom in my hand. My fingers are exploring your bust, playing with your nipples massaging your breasts. The other hand is making its way inside your panties. Two of my fingers are slowly stroking along your moist pussyslit, going up and down in your young tight little hole,.