She told me that her sexual arousal heightened her awareness and made her a better surgeon.She turned and saw what I was doing. "Jesus, honey. I wish ... had time…I'm so fucking wet…will it always be like this for us…? Damn…I pray that it is. No time to have you inside me…but…"Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Louise leaned over me and took my bloated cock knob in her mouth. I felt my shaft sliding down her throat as she worked the muscles in her throat bringing me to that wondrous point of no. Mr. Brown, will you remember this dream?" I'm not going to answer that question, Linda. It's something for you to always wonder."I climbed on the bed on the opposite side of Erick. "Erick, wake up. It's show time."Again in reality, he was still sleeping, but in his dream he was awake."What's going on here? Mr. Brown, what the fuck are you doing in my bed, and to my wife? I can't move. What's happening to me?" Nothing, Erick, you're fast asleep and dreaming. I'm going to fuck your wife and you. When trolling for my DARK DESIRES,I never failed to tell them that under the make-up I was a man.I never lie and I didn't want to get beat up.Just like in my "Black Cannon" story,I've had many pricks pressed against my thigh.Even after learning the truth,a lot of the straight black guys I was dancing with took me to the parking lot for some "quick relief".I was more than happy to accomodate them but always made them kiss me first.I hunger to be held and kissed by black men.This was my reward. She was good at playing pretend but... “Wow Jill, are you actually getting ill?” Roger asked, nearly jumping out of his seat to make sure she was ok. Roger saw Jill’s face go pale and the all too familiar lurch forward of someone about to be sick. “Damn Jill! It’s just a fucking game! Don’t be such a prude,” Cliff said as he continued touching her ass. He has his dick out but it was hidden under all his fat.Roger, who had always felt guilty about how they were playing, offered to help Jill up.