The leprachuan snapped his fingers. There was a flash, and the next thing the two saw was Gillian Anderson in a recliner. She was in the living room of her house. She was wearing khaki shorts and a dark blue t-shirt. Her legs were pulled up, and she was sitting sideways in the chair. She was reading Sailor Song by Ken Kesey. She was totally unaware of Jim and the magical imp's presence. "Now what?" asked the leprachaun.
Jim thought for a moment. "I know. First I want this filmed for posterity. Second, I want to be able to orgasm and cum as many times as I want. Third I want her to be able to see and hear me, but think nothing unusual of my presence. She will only want me to fuck her and have my way sexually with her. Got that?"
"Damn, boy!" said the leprachaun, "Sure thing!" the leprachaun snapped his fingers.
Gillian looked up from her book and saw Jim. She smiled, put a bookmark in the book, laid it on a nearby end table and got up. She walked over to Jim and the two kissed passionately. She then slid down to her knees and undid Jim's pants. She was soon giving him a blow job. Jim looked at the leprachaun who was filming everything with a camcorder. Jim was in heaven. He massaged Gillian's head, and when it was time for him to cum, he pushed her back and shot his massive load all over her face and head. Over the course of the next hour, he fucked her anally, doggie style, and missionary style, and had her ride him. He decided to then take a break and had the naked, sweaty, beauty fetch him a beer.
"What now?" asked the leprachaun.
Sun May 19 21:12:05 2002