A guy like me, in fact! In some chatting I learned that her name was Gertrude. She was a white woman, slightly over weight with blonde hair. We agree... to have dinner at her place after some small talk. I went with one intention. It was quite obvious in my attire. I showed up in black pants and a black tank top with a bottle of Jameson. Her place was decorated in a retro chic Austin Powers type of way. It was quite flattering. She had a white piano as well. She smoked way too many cigarettes. They joked about the road and then joked about one another, which turned into flirtatious comments.Yesterday while standing beside Pamela’s van Dave had confided in her. He admitted that he was attracted to Pamela. He looked her up and down, taking in the curve of her breasts and hips. She was fit with bouncy boobs and tight hips. Her blond hair hung in a pony tail and swayed when she walked.Dave admitted that he didn’t have time for a relationship, but really wanted to fuck Pamela. She fought. And no, I'm not telling you my real name. I know an imp who ended up ina magic pen serving some dork who wanted to be a superhero thanks to hisreal name getting out,Anyway, on with the story.There arent many of us left, because humans dont believe in mischievousspirits anymore, which is one reason why I wanted this story written.Its starts with me being able to leave my own realm and come to the worldof mortal men, an opportunity I'd been waiting to take advantage of for avery long time.I pop. They both fell back onto the soft, luscious sable, enjoying the tactilefeel of the rich animal fur as it caressed their superheated bodies. Theaction became more blatantly sexual as the young girl slid her questinghands beneath the satin and lace of the lady's slip to caress her blacknylon stockinged limbs and, above the lace welt, the delicate, perfumed,smooth skin of her inner thighs. The lady reciprocated by sliding her ownsearching hands beneath the sexy satin of the delicate French.