Now, I've got to catch my ride. Don't worry. 'Luv ya'." Tracy leaned over for one of those quick 'see you later' smooches and left the dining hall. St...ven continued to brood over his coffee alone.Steven hated it when Tracy called him 'Stevie'. When she did, it meant that he was being lassoed into something that he didn't really want to do. Usually, it meant taking her to a shopping mall, or to some disco that he was hoping to avoid. Steven did it because Tracy was an expert at repaying favors.. I couldn't help but stare at his ample package when I thought I would be staring at the hot women that were everywhere. He chatted to many of them and they all seemed to be attracted to him. I thought I was jealous of him at first, but it turned out I was jealous of the women who caught his attention.I couldn't stop thinking of him all day and was thinking about him falling asleep that night too. I had a very vivid dream that night, probably one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had to this. By 2009 I had barely met her twice & that too in her office. On her birthday in 2009, I made a very special gift for her. I downloaded all her pictures from the social network and made a two minutes video out of it with her favorite song as theme, at the end of video there were birthday wishes to her. I sent this over to her through email. I got a call from her exactly 5 minutes, she was touched. No one had ever gifted her anything even half as good as what I gave her that day. Thinking this is. I began to give her long, slow, powerful cock-thrusts in the missionary position, my muscular arms holding me above her hot little body so I could watch her tits and my cock plunge into her sloppy wet pussy. For minutes on end I watched, enthralled as her gaping, receptive cunt was rammed by my strong hips, listening to her moans and cries. Eventually I noticed she was quiet. I never stopped fucking her ... I looked up at her face and her eyes were bulging, her hands behind her knees, spreading.