"Oh," I said, thoroughly trashing my pledge that I wasn't going to judge anything."We go to church more often than we make love," she said. I looked u... to see her blushing more furiously and realized she hadn't meant to say that out loud."Well, like you said," I tried to comfort her, "He IS very busy." You're very kind," she said, a little acidly.I felt bad for her. Here was a beautiful, smart woman in her sexual prime, and she was being neglected. It happened all too often. It suddenly. I sucked and licked as she began moaning and squirming, edging closer to an orgasm. She grabbed my ears and pulled me tight to her pussy, as she went into spasm.Her: lick harder, I’m cumming. Don’t stop, don’t stop, please suck my clit. With one final convulsion, her orgasm began to subside. I let her bask in the glow of her orgasm for a minute, then moved up to the couch and spread my legs. I stroked my cock and watched for her reaction. When I didn’t see any, I said:Me: It’s my turn now.Her:. " She scowled. "I want it back." Her voice got louder.Her mother in the wheelchair looked up for the first time. Her eyes went wide. "I know you. Oh yes, I know you."The shopkeeper turned her attention to her mother. "No, Mama, you're mistaken. You've never met-"Her mother almost bolted out of her chair. She reached for me, and I backed up. "Yes I do, dammit. I know him!"Another man walked over. "Dutchie, calm yourself or you'll have another stroke."The only thing that made any sense was that. I glanced to the front door and saw my overnight bag, packed and ready to go to my hometown for a house party that I had been looking forward to for weeks. It never happened, it was all just a really intense and very realistic dream. I fell to the floor, realizing that the night of my dreams was nothing more than just that, a night of my dreams. I wept knowing that it wasn’t real. It broke my heart that it was fake. I couldn’t decide whether or not to go to the party, it could never live up to.