Maybe there is.You see, I've found a substitute for women. For real-life women, that is. I dream.As a horny and frustrated adolescent I had begun fant...sizing about what it might be like to make it with some of those unattainable cheerleaders, the cute ones with the high, musical voices and long hair down to the waist who were much too good for me. Fantasizing was better than nothing, and soon it was much better than nothing. What had begun as ordinary kiddy daydreams turned into a powerful. We were like a herd of bulls, all grouped together, jostling for position around her as she placed the last ball in the triangle, shook it, and stretched to roll it in place. We watched her every move, every line of her body, one leg breaking free of the slit in her short dress. Finished, she walked to the other end of the table, tight ass twitching back and forth, four-inch heels clicking on the slate flooring. Every one my buds tried to follow but I spread my arms to corral them.“Damn it. Your cock is tight now.You want to apply any cream in your pussy Nila.No Niket, my pussy is wet. Of course your cock will make me pain.I will fuck you with care darling.Yes Niket, very long and thick cock. But you fuck me dear.I laid her in bed and watch her eyes. She signal me by eyes that she is ready for the cock. I went on her and hold her tight in my arms and adjusted myself in between her legs. She hold my cock, brushed on pussy lips and adjusted on her pussy hole and said me Niket push. I was in no mood to find myself a giggling little teenager. My skin was paler and much softer than that of my previously naturally tanned skin. My face was clear of any blemishes or pimples, in much contrast to my previous male face that wasn't too bad, but definitely had pimple problems. Also gone was a scar on the side of my face that I had had from an accident with a piece of angle iron, and another scar on my elbow from a skate boarding accident. Gone were any signs of my hobbies of working.