Julia slowly stirred and got out of bed. It was a statue on the floor next to the small couch. Her eyes followed the outline of the carved muscles, the strong facial features ever so handsome, powerful legs and moved forward letting out a slight giggle as she saw the carved manhood nussled with it’s stone scrotum. There really didn’t seem like much on and it seemed to be growing warn in the room. Though now there was an erect member jutting up from it’s groin. “Nobody would ever know.” She tried to tell herself as she stared down in to the lap of the statue. Each stroke felt better than the last. The little old man typed a little in his computer and looked back at her with a grin on his face. Could it have all been a dream? But I am sure it will be OK if you would like.
