Is it me telling you about my dream, or am I remembering what went on in Munich?”“I don’t know Cal,” I answered, “but I read somewhere that ...reams are your mind’s way of sorting out things that have happened. Maybe it’s both.”“Then what should we do?” she asked.“I think you need to tell this to someone, a professional,” I suggested.“But who? By the time we get to see someone, I may have forgotten it, I probably will have,” she answered.“Then write it down,” I said, “everything you can.”She. It was pretty passionate though, his hands were all over (and in) me while he kissed on my neck and I'd managed to get his cock out of his pants and into my hand. The pleasure was incredible and I was actually near orgasm when I opened my eyes I found that an older, somewhat raggedy guy was standing close by, watching us!My hubby said we should probably stop teasing the poor guy and go so I started the car, but then on a whim I rolled down the window and called the guy over. He got to me. She’d seen him naked on more than one occasion and the memory of her body dancing against his made sweat or something sweeter drip between her panty-less thighs. Nevermind the fact that the fae were forbidden from mating with the wolves despite the desire to have them on the side of the Unseelie court during their cold war with the Seelie kingdom. Millie hated thinking about the idea that her current employers would someday attempt to wipe out the Seelie court and all its’ natural beauty. . ” “Actually, I don’t think I need to wait.” I looked down at my still rock hard penis. I handed her some Kleenex and she wiped my cum off her vagina. I played with her vagina a bit to make sure it was nice and moist. She moaned in appreciation. Then she gently pulled my fingers out of her, and looking directly into my eyes, she began lowering herself down. The first inch of my penis disappeared and she gasped and stopped. “Oh God.” She breathed. “You’re definitely in me a bit. The top is in.