Doris swallowed hard as the words formed delectable images inside her mind. She imagined herself in place of the heroine, Fanny Firth, and a wonderful sensation coursed through her body. She could sense her nipples rising and her belly felt quite pleasantly strange.

‘He gave me a look of pleading and I smiled my approval. His pants were off in a flash, precum stained boxers and all, and his virile young cock jutted up like a rock hard truncheon. Oh, what a sight, what a specimen of manhood. I ...