Chapter 2

Two weeks after the onset of Melody's strange events; Abigail was laid naked on her bed; teasing her sister; for Abigail was very strongly bi sexual and loved trying to embarrass her heterosexual sister. Finally despairing Cassandra had stormed out of the room declaring that Abigail was nothing more than a slut; it was taken in a jovial manner because Abigail responded by saying, "Better a bi sexual slut than a heterosexual prude!"

Ten minutes later Abigail still naked on top of her bed almost dozing; when she felt the lightest of touches on her upper thigh; dreamily she sighed and opened her legs a little. Still softer touches followed as the unseen hand stroked up towards her cunt; she moaned quietly as her cunt opened like a flower and the sweet sticky scent of woman hood began to glisten on her lips.

In her mind she visualised a young nubile woman, lightly stroking her thigh. In her mind she imagined this female to have large tits even larger than her own and a blonde downy cover over her cunt.

Now the invisible hand was stroking Abigail's stomach and working their way up towards her tits; now the imaginary fingers circled her tit flesh in ever decreasing circles until Abigail gasped as the fingers flicked her erect nipple. The entire touches were so light and yet extra sensual that Abigail swore she was dreaming but yet the feelings were real enough.

The sensations continued as she was sure that she just felt the warm breath of someone on her pubic bone; but as she sat up she was totally alone. Fearing she had disturbed these exquisite feelings she was undergoing she sank back into her pillow and screwed her eyes tightly shut; murmuring "Please take me to heaven again!"

Once more she felt the wisp of breath on her shaven cunt and then felt her cunt lips being gently parted by what she swore was a tongue; her thigh muscles trembled as she felt the tingle of a tongue being dragged across her inner cunt lips and on to her clit. Such was the intense feeling she had to bite her lip to stop screaming out.

The feather light touches were quite unique to Abigail for she was used to experiencing much stronger more physical embraces; so she was amazed at the effects on her body; her nipples tingled her clit throbbed like 10,000 volts of electricity were passing through it and her cunt ran like a tap; every single nerve ending was in overload and yet she was just laid there and no one else was visible in the room. Her mind was in turmoil and yet her body longed for more of this exquisite torture.