"I'm Peter Franks, David's father. He is always talking about you and telling me about how exciting your lessons are. You really must be a wonderful t...eacher, because he is normally highly critical of school and teachers. You must let me buy you a cup of coffee."There was no way that Sherry was going to refuse his invitation — it really was like a miracle and she wanted to find out all about this man who was the spitting image of her dream lover of Christmas Day. They were soon talking as if. If this was a real person, then everything was wrong. Rach felt sorryfor them.Whoever they were.The clay in her hands felt warm, Rach was still working on it long aftershe grew tired.I wish I could just use them already, they're starting to take up a lotof room. Gonna need another shelf if this keeps up.The act of making these things seemed to be the best practice she hadever had, and this new one showed an incredible level of detail, savefor one small difference.This one hadn't picked up the. Guess I was wrong.=-=-=I looked at the woman in the mirror. I had shrunk by a good four or five inches. I had certainly lost one hell of a lot of weight. The woman that I was looking at could've posed for lingerie advertisements, frankly. Soft, delicate features: piercing brown doe-like eyes, a patrician nose, full lips all crowned by soft, wavy brown hair -- hair that fell upon narrower shoulders, hair that just about touched two new additions to a torso that tapered off to a much tinier. "Are you sure those spikeswon't hurt me?" They'll make you come like you've never come before," Doreen promised."Didn't you ever get fucked before by a guy wearing a French tickler?"Eileen had not and she said so. In fact, she did not even know what aFrench tickler was, though she had no doubt that Doreen could fill herin very completely on that particular score. The woman seemed to betotally devoted to sexual pleasure. She held the dildo very close to thelips of Eileen's hot, aching pussy and.