.... I need to take a shower before I can entertain company, but you could come in and take a break from the hot sun." She was very inviting, and who ...ould say no to that smile, not to mention the 105 degree weather was a killer today.She smiled and winked at me as she turned around leading the way to the living room. I watched her cute booty swag as she walked in front of me. She was white, but with a butt that would make any black girl envious. She offered me a seat on the couch and handed me. John had perked up when he heard the buzzing from his PDA alerting him to the situation unfolding in the downstairs conference room. He had excused himself from the meeting and headed straight to his office. This was one meeting that he was glad to get an excuse to leave. Once you’ve heard one sales pitch from suppliers in this industry you’ve heard them all. Settling down into his office chair, John had then switched on the computer screen and clicked on the icon for the downstairs conference. Two wide eyes stared at her from the doorway. When the hell did Emily get home? How did Diana not hear her? And why did she forget to close the door all the way? The girl disappeared back into the hall. Embarassment and shame washed over. Sweating, and not from the intense masturbation session, Diana pulled her shorts back on. She stood up and tried to collect her thoughts. A part of her wanted to finish regardless of the new situation. How she could still be horny now was beyond her. . "Morpheus, the Greek god of dreams; he was the son of Hypnos, who was the god of Sleep. Except none of the legends ever talked about Morpheus doing some of the stuff you do, he just sent dreams to people; sometimes the gods would order him to send visions to mortals." Well, I'm no god," I said. "I'm just an average guy, with a not so average gift, trying to make a difference in the world, but I can send dreams to people — or visit them in dreams — so I guess it's a fair comparison." David, from.