Which I must say intrigued me,so I set about trying to learn the truth about the whole situation.My name is George Doyle and I am intrigued by such ev...nts as this, I amtwenty-seven years old and studied Psychology at Oxford University.I have looked into this case and come across some very interestingpoints, that I will explain later to you.I first met Tom's Stepfather about four years ago through a businesscontact, we were in the same line of business, and I think that I shouldleave it at. At around six am I woke up as I always did to find Kari in bed with me in nothing but her bra and panties. Her skin was so soft. I couldn't help but caress her lower back and her stomach. She awoke after about a few hours of me constantly touching her sweet curvy body. She looked at me, smiled and proceeded to get out of my bed and head for the bathroom without saying a word. She has always been flirty around guys; even with me. But it was never like this. Never before have I woken up to her. We kissed passionately. Her tongue danced along my lips, inside my mouth. Her tongue, her tongue... ~~~~~ Chapter One: Brentwood Lilly ~~~~~Her tongue penetrated the sweet fog of REM sleep and teased the sensitive skin around my morning wood. I blinked and focused my eyes on a realm that was only slightly less erotic than the one I'd just left. Lilly looks like a cross between a movie star and a fitness model. Women have described her as stunningly beautiful. Her large, golden-brown eyes are. Giving me permission, taking me into her flesh, a soft invitation to travel the journey to ecstasy and madness. I said – “You’re absolutely gorgeous and sexy. But you look too empty.”Holding her gaze I slid my thumbs in to circle the rim of her opening. “Want something to fill you up?” She was here with me in the shower, absolutely naked and we were feeling each other. She realized she was whimpering. As I held her closer, my grip was reassuring that this wasn’t a dream.She really was here. Her.