Well, tell me, you want to tell me, don't you?" Sure. I was twelve and my next..." Twelve?" Well, yes, just listen. My next door neighbors were a coup...e, he was kind of nerdy, had a big hothouse in the back yard, grew orchids, as I remember. His wife was as tall as he was and really nice looking. Long brown hair, slim figure, small breasts, long, very pretty legs." Should I be jealous?" Hon, I was twelve. Anyway, I mowed their yard and weeded the flower beds and stuff, you know, a little extra. "I zoom in on the nipple and she looked a bit confused. "It's just a shadow." Yeah," I said. "I thought so too, at first. But then I saw this."I waited for the scene of the lizard-like fingers pulling and the lips of the sex and zoomed it in to show her. She looked at it for a moment, then jumped up, took the tablet from my hand and threw it at me. I ducked, just barley in time as it smashed against the cell wall.She screamed, "THAT BASTARD!" Who?" I asked.She began clicking at me for a minute,. Every fucking time, I wake up. I've had that dream three times in the last week. Three times this week, I have taken my cock in my hands, squeezed my eyelids shut, and played that dream over in my head. "Mmm, Paula. You want that? You want me to fuck your husband's mouth and flood it with my jizz?" I stare at the back of my eyelids, desperately willing her husband to caress me with his tongue. I want her hands on the back of his head, driving my rod deep into his mouth. I want to hear the sting. He quickly sprung up behind Lance with astonishing grace for his age.In one cool coordinated movement, as he approached Lance from behind, his leg moved back in a perfect arc. Then it shot forward. Once again, Lance had the sensation of being impacted by a freight train. Only this time, it was in the area he valued most in life. He felt as if a freight train had impacted his privates.For a brief moment, the only sound had been the slight BUFFF of the impact of John’s foot. Then for a moment.