Yeah, he'd really been taken for a ride on that one. Paying good money for a magic token. Oh, well, a fellow could dream, couldn't he?Speaking of drea...ing... well, why not put the subway token under his pillow when he went to bed? Couldn't hurt, could it? All right now, make a wish. Wish I may, wish I might, get lucky with this token tonight. Well, at least the damn thing rhymes. Should be good for a wet dream, at least.The dreams were strange. Beautiful women, half-naked and tantalizingly out. We had a couple who lived near and we regularly swapped with them.They were both older than us, at the time I was 26 and Baz 30, the other couple, Roger and Wendy, were in their late 50’s. Baz used to say he loved fucking a woman older than him, I must admit she did teach him some new tricks, Roger was very attentive and would always endeavour to make sure I had a climax, so I was happy.Anyway I digress.Baz and I have a sound marriage, and both of us have scratched our sexual itches from time. I shook my head gently, my hair brushingmy cheeks, and picked up the pace once again.In a daze I wandered the nearly-empty halls again, glancing around fornothing in particular, but in just as much effort to look busy and notdraw any attention to myself. I could feel my chest moving as I walked,not a lot, but easily more than than I ever had before. Nipples rubbingawkwardly and free from any confines, I walked past a lingerie store witha newfound respect and fascination, looking over the. But I bet you prefer anal.”“Whatever Mistress desires.”“Answer me!” she demanded, slapping his face.“Yes Mistress, I do.”“Make it ready and fuck me there. Fuck me until you cum.”“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”“You’re welcome Krissy,” she muttered, taking her position. His tongue began its work. “Masturbate my cock, Krissy,” she told him. “Give it a good tugging.” She had moved it up, so he had access to her pussy, but the base still pressed against her pubic bone, just grazing the upper.