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Brooke and Willow - 3
by Brody (no address provided)

***

A chance encounter with the store clerk led to a 
surprising night of discovery and a promise of much 
more. There is something more to Brooke—something more 
than her intensely beautiful brown eyes. And there is 
something more to Willow too. In this chapter, Willow 
and Darrin start seeing more of each other. And, as 
usual, Brooke has a few things to say about that too. 
(MFf, ped, 1st, mast, oral)

***

Chapter 3

I awoke much earlier than the late night should have 
allowed me. I felt a bit out of it, a little buzzy in 
the head and still tired--but I was awake. So I got up 
and took a shower to clean the remnants of the cum from 
my groin. I remained nude as I stripped the bedding to 
wash the jism from my sheets. I was glad to see it 
didn't seep into the mattress too badly. Then I put a 
robe on and headed for the kitchen to brew a cup or two 
of coffee.

Finally I was feeling semi-human and mostly awake so I 
opened my laptop and started viewing my email and then 
my social connections. Rather geeky of me, I know, but I 
had more electronic "friends" than I had in real life. 
Most of these on-line connections were people that I 
barely knew and would probably have nothing in common to 
talk about if we were in the same room.

That's when the doorbell rang.

I made sure my robe was tied closed and I was 
presentable and all then peeked out the peep-hole and 
was very surprised to see Willow again.

"Good morning, Darrin," she said as I opened the door. 
"Sorry to catch you too early, but I was wondering if 
you'd like to play some more Frisbee today."

Her words tumbled over each other rapidly and the sound 
of her voice was bright and cheerful. I nodded slowly 
and took in her outfit: Her long blonde hair cascaded 
over her shoulders and tee shirt imprinted with a large, 
colorful set of lips rather lips the Rolling Stones, 
then fell down to her waist where the tee shirt did not 
meet her denim shorts, but showed a tantalizing inch of 
beautiful tanned skin, while below, her legs, coltish 
and lithe, slipped away from her short shorts to her 
simple flats.

"Yes, that would be nice," I said after realizing that I 
should have said something already.

"Great! My mom's taking my brothers to a baseball game."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I wasn't interested in sitting out in the sun and 
watching a bunch of guys stand around, spit and scratch 
their butts."

I laughed. "Who's playing?"

"Oh, a bunch of little league teams. Forest is on one."

"Oh, from your description, I thought you were talking 
about the local semi-professional team."

"I guess they gotta learn it somewhere, huh?" Willow 
laughed and I smiled at the pleasantness of her voice.

"When is your mom taking them?"

"Oh, they're already gone."

"Hmm," I paused to ponder what would be proper. "I still 
need to get ready and I have a couple of on-line bills 
that I need to pay."

"I can just hang out, if that's okay," she offered.

"You're not uncomfortable hanging out in my place while 
I'm changing upstairs?"

She shook her head. "Uncomfortable would have been last 
night. But you were sweet."

"Okay, come on in. Can I get you something to eat or 
drink?"

"Whatchya got?"

"I have water, milk, coffee and orange juice--at least 
that's the typical breakfast stuff."

"I know you have wine," she added. "Brooke *did* come by 
last night after I left?"

I nodded. "How'd you know?"

"My bedroom window looks out across the street and I can 
see your door."

"So you were spying on me?" I asked playfully.

She shook her head. "Just saw it. That's all."

I saw that some of the joy had gone out of her face and 
the music had left her voice.

"Are you upset with that?"

"No..." she said slowly.

"Well, I can tell you that Brooke and I are merely 
friends. She came by to tell me that she was going off 
to her mother's this week."

"Okay. And you're not going to be bothered by me hanging 
out here?"

"No. Not at all," I answered with a smile. "I wouldn't 
have invited you in otherwise."

She finally smiled again and it seemed as though the 
room smiled in return. The sunlight on the counter 
suddenly seemed extra cheerful. "I'll have a glass of OJ 
if ya' don't mind."

"Sure nuff. I'll get that, pay my bills then go change."

Willow quietly sat and sipped the orange juice as I 
quickly entered information into the laptop and paid my 
bills. I was slightly distracted since she sat opposite 
me and I kept looking at her beautiful hair and her 
lovely eyes. Her eyes which were steel grey-blue flecked 
with darker spokes radiating outward from each pupil. 
She had blonde hair but dark eyebrow. Suddenly I 
wondered what color her bush was--or if she had one yet.

"What?" she looked hard at me then laughed. "You keep 
staring."

"Sorry." No way I was going to tell her that I found her 
incredibly beautiful. At least not yet. "I'm just 
wondering what happened once you got back home last 
night."

"Oh, not much. Mom didn't get home for another twenty 
minutes. My brothers were a little scared that I was 
going to tell on them--River especially. I think he was 
really scared that something happened to me."

"But nothing did."

"That's because there was this really nice neighbor that 
I ran into. Very sweet."

"I can't imagine anyone like that. I mean, everyone's 
usually so into themselves that they have no time to 
help anyone else."

Willow smiled and looked down at her OJ. "I know. That's 
what made last night so extra special. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. Now, I'm done here so, lemme go 
change and we can go do something."

I took the steps two at a time and dressed and was back 
down with Willow within five minutes. And that included 
switching all my bedding from the washer to the dryer.

"Ta-da!" I said as I popped into the kitchen again.

"Wow! That was fast!"

"Didn't want to keep you waiting."

"So you wanna play Frisbee now? I'll go back and get 
mine."

"I have another idea. Do you have a bike?"

She nodded.

"Would you like to bike to the park, buy some sandwiches 
on the way then hang out and have a picnic there?"

Her eyes sparkled. "Yes! I'd love that!"

A few minutes later, I had my bike out of the storage 
closet and was pumping the tires up. Willow had gone 
back to her home to get the Frisbee and her bike. I 
heard her coming long before I saw her.

"That thing needs some oil," I laughed. "I think we'd go 
deaf listening to that racket all the way there and 
back."

She looked at me almost defensively, then merely said, 
"I don't got any."

"Don't worry about it. I do." I went into my storage 
closet and reappeared with a small can of oil. "This 
will take care of it."

A few moments later, her bike was greased up and running 
more smoothly and a whole lot more quietly.

"Willow, I wasn't trying to make fun of you."

She closed her eyes then looked down. "I know. It's just 
a reaction. Most everybody else I know picks on me or 
makes fun of me. I'm sorry."

"No problem. I think we're ready. Got the Frisbee?"

She nodded and plopped the Frisbee into the basket on 
the front of her handlebars.

A short time later we were on our way. Our first stop 
was a small deli close by that had great sandwiches. I 
encouraged Willow to get anything she wanted. "Really?" 
And I was rewarded with her sweet voice and bright 
smile.

Then we were on our way. I pointed to a bike path that 
went through a wooded area alongside a creek. The air 
was cool amid the shadows and warmth in the sunshine. 
Willow was laughing and tried to race me. I let her pull 
away from me as I watched her long hair billow out 
behind her. Lovely! Just plain lovely! And her short 
shorts held her small hips and ass tightly, contouring 
so as to show her ass crack. I was in danger of 
sprouting wood, which on a bike was very awkward.

She suddenly yelled, "I win!" after crossing an 
arbitrary finish line.

"I thought the winner was the first one to the park," I 
called out as I blew by her.

"Hey! No fair!"

I glanced back and saw that she was peddling hard trying 
to catch up. I slowed down and waited for her then 
peddled hard with her to keep side by side.

"You are good," I commented.

"Are you giving up?" she panted.

"Nope. Just pointing out facts as I see 'em."

The park was just ahead so I put on a burst of speed and 
pulled ahead of Willow. I braked hard and skidded, 
dismounted off the back and caught my bike by the seat 
then walked it over to a picnic bench.

A few seconds later Willow pulled up laughing. "How did 
you do that?"

"What? Winning?" I grinned.

"No, you jumped off your bike while it was still 
moving."

"Something I learned in college. I didn't have a car so 
I either biked or walked."

"That'd kinda suck in the rain," she said, putting the 
kickstand of her bike down.

"And the snow?" I added. "Yeah, but it made me who I am 
today. Besides there were busses for really bad days."

She pulled a bottle of water out and took a deep drink 
then handed one to me.

"Thank you, Willow." I took a drink then asked, "Now why 
did we come out here?"

She laughed and tossed the Frisbee at me. "Ready?"

"Yep!"

We tossed it back and forth for a good twenty minutes. 
At one point the Frisbee fell half way between us. I 
started running for it and so did she but I got there 
slightly ahead of her but as I bent over to pick it up, 
she jumped on my back and knocked me over. I tucked and 
rolled and ended up with Willow on top of me, 
desperately trying to get the Frisbee away from me. 

But I was also enveloped in a tent of her hair. Her 
hair! Suddenly I was acutely aware of her scent--the 
lovely mixture of shampoo, lightly tinged with warmth 
and sweat plus a definite young womanliness. I was also 
aware that she was pressing her body hard against my 
pecker which was becoming more aroused. Her bare legs 
were intertwined with mine and she was panting hard 
causing her warmth to make the hair tent hotter and 
hotter. That and the fact that I was feeling a little 
embarrassed by being so close to this young girl.

I quickly took matters into my own hands, grabbed her 
arms in my hands and spun her over onto her back. Now I 
was on top--much more awkward and potentially illegal. I 
quickly scrambled up and away then extended my hand to 
help her up.

"Are you okay?" she asked. I think that she noticed that 
I wasn't laughing or smiling.

"Yeah, mostly. Never been tackled by a girl before."

"Are you surprised?"

"Yeah. Surprised and worried."

"Worried?" she asked then it suddenly dawned on her what 
I meant. "Oh, shi-ta-ke mushrooms! I hadn't thought of 
that." She looked around and added, "It looks okay now, 
yes?"

I nodded.

"I'm sorry, Darrin. I didn't mean to..."

"You're okay. Let's not go wrestling around in public 
like that again. Okay?"

"Okay." Then she grabbed my arm and pulled me over to 
the picnic bench. "I'm really hungry now."

We sat and ate but I found it hard not to stare at 
Willow during the lulls in conversation. The morning had 
become increasingly humid and now at noon and after 
horsing around and playing catch for a while, we both 
had a light sheen of sweat glistening on our faces. Our 
shirts also were damp and hers was thin enough that I 
could tell she wore no bra underneath.

I took the bottom edge of my shirt, bent forward and 
wiped my face.

She then surprised me by pulling her shirt up by the 
neckline so it just covered her face--she wiped and let 
the shirt fall back down into place. But that also 
briefly exposed more of her abdomen. Her navel was 
lovely; her skin smooth and lightly tanned. She saw the 
look on my face then smiled. "You didn't see anything 
this time did you? I mean, not like last night."

My face flushed a little. "Yeah, I'm really sorry about 
last night. That shouldn't have happened."

She leaned forward and touched her finger to my lips. It 
felt like electricity.

"I already told you last night," she said softly, "that 
I was flattered. Please don't think any differently."

Two things suddenly struck me. First Willow had a good 
command of language at times. Second I began to think 
that she really wanted me to be a boyfriend -- her 
boyfriend. On one hand I was pretty chuffed. On the 
other, I began to worry about all sorts of things: vague 
flashes of being to close to someone and being hurt; 
remembering that she was still underage and since she 
was so thin and undeveloped, I couldn't even plead a 
"jail-bait" defense.

"Darrin, I really enjoy hanging out with you."

"Thank you, Willow. I enjoy it too."

We ate in silence a little longer then she said, "Let's 
go back before it gets too hot and muggy."

"And we'll take it slower along the trail?"

She flashed her smile at me and ran her finger through 
her hair and caught it behind her left ear. Beautiful 
hair! Cute ear. I suddenly wondered what it would be 
like to run my fingers through her hair then trace the 
outline of her ear or even nibble on her earlobe.

"Say, Willow, from what you mentioned yesterday, it 
sounded like you don't like your math class."

"Meh. It's okay, I guess."

"How are ya' doing?"

"Um, C most of the time. My biology class kinda blows 
chunks right now."

"Why's that?"

"We have a long term sub since our teacher is out having 
a baby. The sub is a dork and is having crowd control 
issues. Plus he knows squat-diddly about biology. Really 
getting some of us confused."

"What about the others?"

She laughed. "They're the ones that never cared anyway."

"Would you like me to help you with studying?"

She looked at me then smiled. "That'd be nice. Are you 
good at science and math?"

"I have a degree in engineering," I answered. "And I 
work for an agency that analyzes designs so I have to 
use lots of math every day."

She smile her bright smile again and said, "Can we start 
this afternoon?"

"Maybe so. Whatchya got to study?"

"I have an essay for English and I need to study 
Biology. Mr. Clueless decreed that there'd be a test on 
Monday."

I laughed at her. "Sure when we get home, I can help you 
in your studies. Although I'm not an English major."

"I just need a place to write and think. I'd love to be 
at your place."

A short time later we started back for our places but we 
were certainly taking our time. Willow stopped her bike 
at one point, leaned it against a tree and stepped into 
the small creek. "It's nice and cool," she exclaimed.

I took my shoes off and joined her. The water really 
felt refreshing amid the encroaching mugginess.

"Now your shoes are all wet," I pointed out. She had 
worn her flats into the water.

"No duh, Sherlock," she laughed and then splashed me 
with a large handful of water.

My reaction was shock and almost an involuntary 
response. I reached into the creek and splashed many 
well-aimed handfuls of water her direction.

Her shrieks of laughter met my ears as music. But as I 
looked up, I saw an underage girl with a sopping wet 
tee-shirt that showed every beautiful facet of her small 
tits.

"Oh, Willow, I'm sorry."

She was still laughing and wiping water from her face. 
She finally saw my shell-shocked look then looked down 
at her front. "Oh, well, wow!"

"I can let you have my shirt," I offered.

"I'm okay. We're going right home, right?"

I nodded but was absolutely smitten with the beauty of 
her small breasts.

Willow stepped closer to me and said softly, "It really 
means a lot to me that you'd offer that. I really think 
the world of what you're saying."

"Wanna get going then?" I replied.

"I really need to pee first."

"Out here?" I was a little surprised. A guy would have 
no problem of finding a tree and marking it as his own, 
but a girl? From what I understood there was an 
increased level of hassle to the whole enterprise.

"No choice. I'm okay if you stand guard."

"I'll be right here." 

As Willow stepped behind a nearby tree, I turned toward 
the bike path to watch for incoming traffic. There had 
been very little so far that day, perhaps the mugginess 
kept people indoors. I heard her pee begin and splash 
loudly on the ground. Part of me wanted to take a peek 
and see what her hidden regions looked like. "No! Not 
yet," I chided myself. "Brooke said take it slowly."

Besides I didn't want to mess this up--and with the 
underage thing there was an added dimension of fear for 
me.

No one came by and I was relieved to hear Willow come up 
behind me. "Thank you, Darrin. A real gentleman." She 
touched my shoulder lightly, letting it linger there as 
though she were trying to make up her mind what to do 
next. Finally she walked to her bike.

"Let's walk for a while," I suggested.

So we walked our bikes for the next half mile or more. 
Willow repositioned her bike so that she was next to me 
as we walked. I almost thought that I should take her 
hand in mine but thought better of it. As we came to the 
street, we mounted our bikes again and rode home. I was 
somewhat relieved to see that Willow did not look like 
she just came from a wet tee-shirt contest.

Back at my place we parted and Willow promised to be 
back after she cleaned up and changed. I quickly rushed 
upstairs to shower and change myself. It was now after 
two in the afternoon.

A short time later, Willow knocked on my door and then 
came in. "I really need to write this essay for English. 
Can I bounce ideas off you?"

"Sure."

It was hard for me to focus on her studies since I was 
more focused on her lithe frame and thin, cotton tee 
shirt which again revealed no bra. She wore gym shorts 
that accentuated her beautiful legs and slim hips.

But for the next two hours or so, she read parts of her 
essay and I asked questions and asked if that was what 
her teacher wanted. By five she was nearly done and 
said, "I'll re-write this tonight and turn it in 
tomorrow."

"No computer?"

She shook her head.

"Here, wanna use mine?"

"I can type it on yours?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yep."

It was so heart-warming to watch her respond to simple 
gestures of kindness and good-will. I showed her how to 
start the word processing program then sat back and let 
her have a go at the typing process. An hour later, she 
was done and asked, "Can I print it here?"

"Did you run it through a spell-check?"

She nodded.

"Do you want me to proof it?"

"If spell-check says it's okay, what else is there?"

I chuckled. "Lots of things." And hour later we had 
massaged her essay into a much better construct and a 
near brilliant synthesis of ideas.

"Now we can print."

She excitedly ran to my printer and took the three pages 
from the tray and held them carefully in her hand. "This 
is the first time that I've ever turned in a typed 
essay. My teacher is gonna wonder what happened."

"Just tell him that you found a friendly neighbor," I 
suggested.

"Very friendly," she replied then rushed me and 
enveloped me with the hug that I was feeling that she 
was threatening to deliver to me all afternoon. "Darrin, 
you're the best. Ever."

"Do you need help with biology?" I asked.

"Just help me with understanding these terms. He really 
messed us up Friday by confusing meiosis and mitosis."

"That is a drastic mistake," I said, trying hard to 
remember which was what.

Willow laughed and opened her biology book and said, 
"Can you test me on these terms from this page?"

Nearly forty minutes later I had given Willow a thorough 
examination of terms and she was finally confident in 
what each meant.

"Thank you so much, Darrin."

She stood up and gave me a hug. I reveled in her 
closeness and the feel of her small breasts pressing 
against my body. Her arms about my back were additional 
points of excitement, causing my semi-turgid dick to 
begin inflating again.

"Can I come by for tutoring tomorrow night?"

"I get home after six," I replied.

"Is that a yes?"

"It's a yes," I answered and then gave in to my emotions 
to kiss the top of her head. She responded by looking up 
at me with the sweetest smile then she kissed my cheek.

"See ya' tomorrow!"

And then she was out the door and gone.

I was spent. Intoxicated with her presence. Giddy that 
she looked forward to being with me. Yes, I was under 
the influence of puppy love. I knew it. I rued it. But I 
relished it also. I had no idea what Brooke was doing to 
me or to Willow, but this felt so good, so right, so 
natural.

I made a little dinner for myself, watched a little TV 
then went to bed early and dreamed of Willow and her 
flaxen hair and sweet smile. I woke up in the middle of 
the night with a raging hard-on and my hand wrapped 
around my member in sexual desperation so I grabbed a 
wad of tissues then pumped my dick to its well deserved 
climax as I imagined Willow's small tits pressing out 
against her wet tee-shirt and her hair surrounding my 
face with her breath close to me. I came in voluminous 
spurts.

A short time later I fell asleep dreaming of Willow, her 
flaxen hair and her incredibly cute tits.

But I also dreamed of Brooke. It was weird. One moment I 
was holding Willow in a close embrace, my hands cradling 
the small of her back and her tight little ass and then 
the next moment I was holding Brooke and she whispered 
to me, "Are you enjoying things yet Darrin? Remember 
keep things slow and on the level. That'll stoke the 
fires of desire more intensely than anything."

"Brooke?" I spoke and was very confused. "A moment ago I 
thought I held Willow in my arms and now it's you."

Brooke smiled and looked aside. "Yes, I understand, but 
please understand that we are connected now. I've never 
felt anything like this before in my life, but we are 
connected and we are kything. I have never kythed over 
such long distances before, but you and I are joined at 
this moment."

"What is this going to do to me and Willow?"

"Don't worry. You and she will grow closer. I'm sure of 
it."

"So why are you here with me? Kything?"

"I promised to help relieve your sexual tension, didn't 
I?"

I nodded. I felt my head move yet I didn't wake.

"So, Darrin, I want you to lay back and let me relieve 
your tensions."

"Will I get to see your beautiful pussy?"

"Soon."

I felt her gently push me into a reclining position and 
then she began undoing the buckle of my belt. "I've 
always loved the smell of leather," she purred.

Soon my pants and my underwear were all off and my 
manhood was exposed and had risen to the occasion.

"So handsome," she purred. "Would you remove my 
clothes?"

"All?"

"Yes."

I fell to my task with ready excitement and joy. Her 
shirt was easily removed, followed by her bra--I did 
remember the front hooks. And then I carefully undid the 
front button of her pants and unzipped them. Slowly I 
slipped them down over her hips and past her knees. I 
realized then that she still had her shoes on so I had 
to undo her shoes before I could further remove her 
pants.

Brooke was now clad only in her hip-hugger briefs--pink 
with a faint imprint of hearts scattered over the cloth.

"This is so exciting," Brooke cooed, drawing me back to 
her reality. "Have you ever been intimate with a pussy 
before?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Have you ever licked and eaten a pussy before?"

"Yes, a few times. Long ago."

"Then let me hone your skills. Let me bring you to a 
heightened awareness of a woman's pussy so that you fill 
your lover with such joy and excitement because of your 
touches."

"Your pussy?" I asked in wonderment.

She didn't say anything directly but swung her hips over 
my face and spread her legs on either side of my face 
and lowered her pussy over my mouth. At the same time 
she engulfed my throbbing dick in her mouth and she 
sucked it hard.

I concentrated on her delicate pussy, the intricate 
folds and niches. I focused on her clit and the labia 
that radiated out from it but Brooke's assault on my 
dick proved far more enveloping and arousing than any 
other sensation that I felt. 

"Oh, Brooke!" I cried out as my dick spurted in copious 
quantities.

All I heard in reply was a gentle hum and moan. I 
refocused my efforts on her pussy and was soon rewarded 
with a rich froth of her nectar. She wiggled her hips 
over my face and then sighed deeply.

"Darrin, that was so incredible. I've never done an 
orgasm over a long distance before. You certainly have 
fulfilled my needs. Did I help you understand the 
intimacy of a pussy?"
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I smiled. "I think so. Thank you, dear Brooke."

"So sweet," she replied. "You are so sweet."

"No, Brooke, you are sweet. I can't believe how awesome 
you are!"

"No, dear Darrin, you are sweet and I love what you do 
to me."

"But are you really here or are you just in my mind?"

"I suppose that I am just in your mind if you measure it 
that way."

I nuzzled my face up to her breasts and then kissed each 
nipple. "I love you, Brooke."

"And you are such a sweet young man. I love you."

"Brooke. You are so incredible," I whispered. "I don't 
know how you do this."

"I can't do this without your energies, Darrin. You are 
incredible!" She kissed me then added, "Oh, Baby, I need 
a little more, okay?"

I nodded and she took my dick in her hand and began 
gently squeezing it and lightly pumping it up and down.

"I think you need something more too," she whispered. 
"Here, play with my pussy and feel every part."

And then she was lying down, her legs wide open and my 
face right above her nectar-filled gash. I traced the 
margin of her pussy near her legs. She shaved her muff 
so that there was only hair on her mons--a small little 
landing strip. Her outer lips were puffy and pulled 
apart so that her inner lips, still wet from her orgasm, 
spilled out. I ran my fingers over their folds and she 
squirmed appreciatively. So wet and slippery; so warm 
and inviting. 

Into the folds my fingers went; down the long channel 
they traveled till I reached her ass--her cute little 
rose bud that twitched and pulsated as I touched it. 
Back up the length of pussy folds till I reached her 
clit. It was stretching out of its hood in excitement. I 
couldn't resist any longer so I clamped my mouth over 
her pussy and let my tongue find her clit.

She had continued to pump my rod but she also started 
lightly touching my balls too. The stimulation had 
brought my semi limp dick back to full erection and was 
now bringing another orgasm on the horizon. I held it 
off a little while longer while I concentrated on 
licking her pussy.

Suddenly I noticed that when I licked in a certain way, 
she started licking the head of my dick. She was 
actually communicating with me by her touch. Her tongue 
felt so exquisitely delightful. I tried to match what 
she was doing to me in rhythm and in the amount of 
pressure. She engulfed my whole dick head in her mouth. 
I in turn sucked hard on her clit.

I had heard about couple that cum together but I figured 
it was mostly hype and rumor. I can now tell you that it 
can happen. It did happen. Right then. Hard. I pumped 
volley after volley into her mouth as she spasmed and 
locked her legs tightly around my head, holding me 
captive against her pulsating pussy. 

Finally she relaxed and I rolled off of her and climbed 
back up beside her and kissed her nose. 

She opened her eyes and smiled. "That was good, wasn't 
it?"

"Very good, Brooke. Thank you."

"And thank you, too, Darrin. You have a busy week ahead 
of you. Now go get some sleep. I'll see you for real 
soon enough." She kissed me and then she was gone.

I guess that I slept long and hard after that kything 
session. But I woke up just about on time. The sheets 
were a mess with cum stains. In my dream, Brook had 
caught ever drop of my jism. But in reality, my bed had 
soaked up my load. Another load of laundry.

As I dropped the soiled sheet into the washer, the smell 
of the cum was strong. And that's when I realized that 
in my dream with Brooke, there were no odors. I was 
right next to her pussy, touching it and eat it, but I 
smelled nothing. So maybe there were limitations to her 
kything powers.

Nevertheless still pretty amazing. Just thinking about 
that dream brought my morning wood to attention again. I 
wasn't sure if Brooke was helping release my sexual 
tension or increasing it! 
 
To be continued?

NOTE: This story was written by a Kristen's Board Author.
If you want to contact this author you will need to go to
www.kristensboard.com and create an account. You can 
access the board without an account, you just can't post 
anything without one.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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