Benny loved her. Always had, ever since he met her nearly a year ago. Sometimes he would lay awake in his bed, at home looking up at the ceiling where dappled shadows played during moonlit nights. He would slip out of his shorts and hold his cock in his hand, and conjure her up in his mind. Her dark hair would swirl about her face and her large green eyes would twinkle as her lusciously thick lips curved up in a joyous smile revealing her perfect white teeth. Sometimes his imagination would allow him a glimpse of creamy white breasts swelling from the top of her low cut blouse, and sometimes he could even make the blouse vanish.