"Well," I said, trying to answer as knowledgeably as I could, "Maybe you feel weak and not in control of your life, so your subconscious mind projecte... you with a penis making you stronger." My own confidence in what I was saying propelled me on, and I found myself trying to sound as intelligent as I possibly could to impress her. After all, she had asked me to interpret the dream for her. "However," I continued, "Your conscious mind could not handle it. As a result, in your dream you couldn't. He's a married man, and even though you hate his wife, being a home breaker is just wrong.” “ I'm not going to throw myself at him,” I said. “Besides, do you think a man like him isn't getting a little on the side? Especially with that shrew for a wife. I wouldn't be a home breaker. Just a momentary diversion from his horrible day to day existence with Lucrezia Borgia.” “ Some day you've got to put high school behind you,” she said. “ Well,” I said. “She is a poisoner.” “ You don't really. She pulled herself off my cock and stood up. "Save some of that energy for my ass," she said. She walked over and took a condom out of her purse. She put it on me, and then rubbed some lube on my sheathed dick. She pushed her black panties off her ass, lubed herself up and leaned up against the sink. Grabbing me by my dick, she lead me inside of her.I pushed myself all the way in, and started to slowly stroke in and out. "Fuck me fast. Fuck me hard. Take me," she said. I started to pump in and. Hedecided to try and get a play-by-play commentary, instead. "What areyou doing?" he called out."Getting ready," she replied."I know that... I just wanted to know.. uh...." He tailed off. Hedidn't know what to say. He felt like he was revealing himself to thiswoman, who he hardly knew. But then, he figured he'd never see heragain after today."Know what?" she asked."Uh.. know what you were doing. To get ready." Know what I'm doing? What do you think I'm doing?"His mind could fill in many of the.