The Wolf in Sheep Clothing

Frank continued his shuffling of the pages and stared at Ashley who's face was graced with smirk. Suddenly as he was shuffling, the pages lifted them selves and opened to a section in the book. Frank pulled back his hand at the sudden shift with his grasp and the book slided closer to him. He looked up at Ashley who shared the same shock.

"Guess it was impatient with your fiddling with it's pages and chose a spot for you," she sat up and peered over. "The Wolf in Sheep Clothing, a classic story, but there's no text though," she pointed and Frank stared down at page and took note of the page.

"What's the point of book full of stories if all we get are titles and no story?" asked Frank.

"Who's to say there aren't any other full stories?" Standing up and leaning over the table, she reach across and turned the page and it seem for several pages there was nothing, but the same title. "Hmm strange, it's like it's picked the subject and were suppose to fill it in?"

"What kind of book requires us to write the story?" Frank lifted his head to look up and the positioning of Ashley had garnished another view straight down her shirt. His dick pulse as he stared at her breasts and a hunger inside of him cultivate a need to reach out for her hanging boobs.