..Then I wake up, crying.I dont know what to do about this.I dont know who I can talk to.I know dreams aren't real, but it comes from somewhere, but w...ere?And its not just the dream. Sometimes, I look at myself in the mirror, andI look .... wrong, somehow. I look and I half-expect to see the girl frommy dream looking back at me.And the fact she doesn't is a grief I cant even begin to describe ....I've got to pull myself together, shake this off somehow.I wish I had someone to talk to about. You can go for half an hour easily, almost with no sweat.Hannah squealed through her first orgasm in a voice that would scare most teenage girls who’d never had a satisfying prick in them. It sounded like she was being tortured. Her arms and legs moved violently but with no perceived intent, as if she were in the process of being electrocuted, perhaps.I wanted to pay attention to Hannah, but there was an elephant in the room, at least for me. So I looked over at Harper, who still had her hand. He went on to enjoy many nights fucking my arse as the girls had fun with Ralph. on a couple of ocasions he even let me try to fuck his arse but was to tight and couldnt take my cock, The next year or so meeting them just got better still, until sadly one day they moved away, and all our k9 fun stopped, for nowWe moved house too, and had been in this house for some time a couple of years or so, and had not really got to know the neigbours to well, being busy most nights with swinging couples,. " I begin, " I guess 4 or 5 times a day, I suppose". He leans back, his face showing slight surprise. "And , er, does the fluid, er, appear when you have sexual intercourse as well?" he asks, his voice slightly quieter. I smile shyly at him, looking embarrassed. "Actually, Doctor, I haven't had sexual intercourse yet," I reply. (In reality, this is a lie - in fact I lost my virginity when I was 17) "Oh, I see, er........yes , I see", he says, and I know he can hardly believe that this horny,.