Hannah stood up suddenly and said, “Does my butt look fat? I think this outfit makes my butt look fat.” And I answered, “No, I don’t think so....Actually, your ass is perfectly symmetrical when compared to your waist and luscious titties.” For some reason calling them “luscious titties” didn’t faze either of us and felt completely appropriate in this dream.Then I stood up and said, “But I have a question for you. Does my cock bulge out too much in these shorts?” For some reason I was wearing silk. And this damn fool stops AGAIN , right when I’m right there! He kisses me up the path he went down. He gets back up to my eye level and puts his dick back in me, and we kiss again. I know he's awake and I don’t care…I need him now,,yesterday years ago and for years later. I taste our sex as the aroma fills the room it’s just more a turn on. We get our rhythm going fast and both of us are now making eye contact, moaning and gasping.I finally broke the silence saying something I’ve never said. Each lick of his tongue pressed harder into her until he slipped just the tip between her lips.“Ohhhhh, my god. Yessss, please,” she shuddered as his tongue slid into her and up over her clit. His hands squeezed her as he pulled her closer to his hungry mouth. She felt his mouth over her and his tongue inside her, licking up and down, over and over… the same motion but somehow each pass feeling different.She watched him between her legs as he covered her with his mouth and ran his tongue deeper. Some peculiar relics, ancient dildos, and some horrible tableaux with showroom dummies dressed up. Enough to put you off sex forever.As I walked along my thoughts kept interrupting me, pushing out the ‘here and now’ and allowing HER to intrude. I was almost at Dam Square and I needed a drink. Down a side street. A bar. Any bar. Suddenly … “O'Reilly's Irish Pub!” Perfect! It was not yet midday but here no-one cared and I ordered a huge glass of white wine and sat on a stool at the bar, right.