As she finished the brownie, she lickedher fingertips and sported a milk moustache.She was so happy! She had done good, really good and the only thing...thatcould have made this moment any better would have been for her AuntJenna to be there and for Cathleen to be there helping her eat thebrownies.She looked over at the tray of brownies cooling atop the stove and thengot a little girl gleam in her eyes and a big smile on her face. Maggiedecided she would run to the library later in the afternoon. The motion of your turning head is like a song. Is like a spark. Is like a breath that billows me and fans to flame a fire that cannot help but spread and roar your name. Felurians face lit up. a poet! I should have known you for a poet by how your body moved. The gentle hush of her voice caught me unprepared again. It wasnt that her words were breathy, or husky, or sultry. It was nothing so tawdry or affected as that. But when she spoke, I couldnt help but be aware of the fact that her breath. Up and down. Stroke, stroke, stroke.I slipped a finger into my wet slit, and then a second, moving my hand in time with my brother’s. In, out, in, out. Stroke, stroke. It was so relaxing. Watching my brother masturbate is so relaxing. And being relaxed makes me horny.So horny ... Without even realizing it, I’d started to writhe a bit on the couch. Normally when I masturbate, I just sort of lie there and get the job done, but because I was so relaxed, I was letting myself get more and more. I carefully walked over to the bedroom door when I heard a cute giggle from behind it. "Honey?" I called out before opening the door.Suddenly, I found myself in a lush, green field. A short distance away, a blond woman in a green dress sat at a picnic table under a large oak tree. Carefully, I walked over, curious and unaware of my state of undress. "Uh... hello?" I meekly inquired, waving tepidly. She turned to me with a soft, warm smile."Ah, John," she began, motioning her hand to the other.