Selina

Selina has always been into this sorta junk... Everything from ghosts to demons to possession and hypnotism. Surely she wouldn’t mind being the subject of just one such attempt? So, you say the name, you wind the box, you lay down and close your eyes, and when you open them... Something is very obviously wrong. You’re in Selina’s room... You’ve been in her room probably a thousand times... But you’re sitting on Selina’s bed, up against the head board... You have a particularly raunchy book in your one hand, your eyes focused on the woman in the book getting viciously pounded... And your other hand is in your pants, more accurately, inside your... Panties? Selina’s panties... Your eyes widen and you notice the rims of her glasses on the edge of your vision, you yank your hand out of your pants and look down, your view is obscured by a pair of huge, soft boobs, covered in a pink cashmere sweater... You drop the book, ignore the sticky feeling between your legs, and rush to the bathroom, staring at ‘yourself’ or more accurately, looking into the reflection of a very surprised and confused Selina... You wash her hands, and then feel up her face, ridiculously surprised at all of this... You gently reach your hands up and lay them on her tits, squeezing them gently and shuddering at the feeling of touching those forbidden, heavenly breasts... You never in a million years considered your best friend all that sexy, but with a lustful look in her eyes, knowing she had just been masturbating a few seconds ago... Her purity and innocence seemed to melt away... Now your eyes could see her luscious curves and fantastic tits... You wanted more...