That Steven Arthur Longstreet leave his daughter alone. I think I put the fear of a vengeful God into his head. I did manage to fall asleep sometime a...ound five. I was awakened by a knock on my door.As tired and sleepy as I was, I just groaned out, "Come in," not realizing that the covers were off, and I was on my back with a full bore piss hard on."Well! Have you been thinking of me already this morning, Ben?" Wh ... what? Yes. Errr, no. Uhh ... I'm not sure, yet. I'm still half asleep."I. Name any celebrity.”He pauses, snorts and says, “Surprise me.”I appear as Emma Watson before his eyes. Then I change to Megan Fox. Then I change to his wife. He pauses in shock, then says, “No celebrities. Someone… younger”I appear as my original self, with barely developed breasts, puffy nipples, curly blond hair. 14 years old. That’s what he likes. I say, “You’re horny aren’t you. Wouldn’t you like to fuck me?”I reach over and I grab the bulge in his pants. “Oh yeah, your hard dick is making. Nothing happened that first time or even the following two months even though I kept on trying to drop the hint with such questions of where could I buy a bathrobe as that was my preferred attire at home. Then one evening it all changed.As usual I was just sitting chatting with them and drinking a whisky when the landlords wife suggested to her hubby that he looked tired and maybe should go and have a lay down. After a little denial he decided to follow her advice and slunk off to his bedroom.. “Are you serious? You’re going to risk everything for that guy?” I ask.His eyes go wide. “You saw me?”“Of course. Now let’s go before he realizes you’re not who you say you are.” I grab her hand and she reluctantly follows me.The entire way back to the dorms we walk in silence.Finally, in the elevator, he speaks up.“You’re not mad at me, are you?”“Why would I be mad?” I ask.“I don’t know, you just seemed like you were,” he says.“No, I’m not mad at all.”“Okay… Cool. You’re not going to tell.