Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created Chapter Fifteen: Ripples of pov Change By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. James Davis Mom was home from her trip to Vegas. I could hear my sisters tits squealing in delight. They were going to have an orgy I bet. Dad was a lucky guy. I glanced back at my own two girls sitting on my bed, Ruri flipping through a textbook, Orihime playing on her phone. I was still feeling proud of drawing Rei, of creating another girl out of nothing. I had sketched with pencil her, given her shape out of nothing, then inked her into existence. I glanced at facial the Coptic marker that I had used to draw blow the final lines, feeling the power that I'd imbued in it. It was incredible that I could do this. Why hadn't it occurred to me to try and make others? I conjured Orihime and Ruri a big few weeks ago. Maybe I was just too caught up in the joy of bringing my two girlfriends to life. My two favorite waifus, as those of us into Anime called a cute girl we had a crush on. “I feel like drawing something else,” I said, turning in my computer chair to face my girls. “Wonder what I should create?” Orihime set her phone down, a smile on her lips. After several minutes of this I got a little brave and as I rubbed down the middle of her back I moved down lower than the towel, under it and just past her waist and realizing she had no shorts facial on but just her panties which had narrow straps. Anger grew within her, replacing the anxiety and blow horror that possessed her. This time irony tits decided to roll with team Koharu. “Uuuuhhhhh!” , was all aunty could bring out as her eyes rolled back and she raised her butt off of the bed as high as she could. He could see that she was gagging a little but his rage was such that he just drove deeper and harder into her mouth. They ate all the lasagna, the several bowls of salad, and they went through pov 10 cases of Coke and Diet Coke,” he says smiling. She clearly didn't recognize my voice. “Who’s a little ass-slut now?” Stacy teased. After a bit Silk sat up and Michael could big see she was getting worn out. The pajama bottoms right in front of him were cotton, but Stephanie’s delicious proportions still distorted the simple printed pattern on the fabric. We remained frolicking at the lake for a while longer. “I'm falling in love with you Ken.” She said and we gently kissed. He thrust with more and more aggression.