"I'll think about it.", she replied. We kissed and pledged our love and fell asleep. Over the next few weeks, I brought up the subject several times b...t Annie kept putting me off. I started to buy "Penthouse Letters" to read the stories about cuckolded husbands. One day, she saw me reading and asked what was it was. I showed her the magazine and, in a flash of genius, asked her to read one of the stories to me. While Annie read to me, I fondled my cock until it was rock hard. When she had. Kindof stark and boring," I said. "But I feel fine." Well let me see if I can help with that," she said. Suddenly the wallsstarted to recede into the distance until they just became an indistinctblur of white and then the ceiling started to fade into a nice sky-blueand the floor into a more earthy tone."How's that," she asked."Better." I said. "Still pretty bland, but at least there's some color.Is there anything you want me to look for? Even though this all looksvery simple, it feels very much. Even though she oftenwent without panties with jeans like this, the thoughts of what she was goingto do with her sister tonight made that a bit impossible. After all, it wouldvery unusual for someone with a body like hers to have a hard-on poking outon her jeans. This was an ordinary middle class neighborhood after all, notGreenwich Village or the Jerry Springer show. After switching her platformshoes for the sneakers in her locker, she pulled on her baggy jeans over hershoes. She dressed. Between her legs she could see the redhead's cock thrusting in and out of her pussy, covered in her juices which were flowing freely, betraying her pleasure at being taken. He kept pumping until she thought she would pass out. She was so tired that she didn't feel that she could orgasm again.Lindsey looked up into his face. Suddenly he thrust in deeper than ever and froze, shooting his load deep into her dripping cunt, mad facial contortions spreading over his face. They made her giggle as he.