What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it...’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are. "You know Tommy, I've been very naughty. I had to get out my toy the other day. It's been so long since you and I…"As she spoke she began to rub her hand over his cock. Softly kneading it with her fingers. Tommy fought to stifle the moan of feeling that threatened to escape. As if she sensed this she rubbed harder at him. Tommy could not hold in his moan this time."I know you want this. And I can tell you're enjoying it," she said."Of course I do – I always like fucking my little slut! You are. “Don’t you dare waste a drop when I cum,” he guffawed as his breathing became laboured and he arose to his feet.What now surprised me, was the volume of his spunk as he unleashed his torrent of seed into my mouth and throat. It was like a tidal wave of jizz.Afterward, as Geoff got dressed, looked at me, and said, “Thanks, Barry. I enjoyed that.” There was a kind tone to his voice and a look of real affection in his eyes as he did so.Strange as the events of the day had been, I couldn’t help. She twisted the dial on the spreader a bit more, and wider thespreader got, and more open my vagina was. I could feel cool air downthere going all the way into me. Monique held the cup up to my vagina.tilted it and in the contents went, into me, into my vagina. I couldfeel the egg slide down into me, it was warm and nice, all the way downto my cervix, and that felt good. She set the empty cup down and pickedup another and tilted it up against my vagina, and in it went too. "Onemore, I.