I could feel myself against her skin. I could feel myself pulsing, threatening to erupt from the sensations. “I ... we’d probably better get out o... bed before I have a wet reality.” Fay laughed at me.“That’s a wet dream while you’re awake?” she asked. “That has to be Annette’s term.” I started to roll away but Fay held me in place. “Did you have a wet reality with Annette?”“Yeah.”“Did she come, too?” I nodded. “What were you doing?”“We were in the back seat of Mom’s car making out. We were. A lot of the apprehension she might have felt earlier disappeared.John led the way to the carpark and Judy soon spotted his dark blue convertible Jaguar sitting proudly with the same number she had seen in the photo’s. Within five minutes they were cruising down Broad Street with the top down and wind in her hair.John’s house was in Edgbaston just off Hagley Road and she felt quite at ease even though it was detached and hidden from the outside world. John didn’t even put the hood up before. She told me that they had coffee and shot the shit for a while when he said that he just remembered that he hadn’t fed his dog, yea, right. He asked her if she would go with him. She said yes and they were off to his house, to feed the dog, yea right.When they got there he fed the dog and he served her a glass of tea. They sat and talked for a bit when he told her that she was a beautiful woman. In case you don’t remember my wife’s features, she has shoulder length black hair, green eyes, light. Both Universities have good programs but Missoula is buried in smog 9 months of the year. I have allergies.Nerd slash geek in high school, I was too busy getting grades and ducking bullies to even think about getting laid. By the time college ran me down, I was too interested in what was hiding in the dirt to bother with what was hiding in panties. I knew too much about artifacts and too little about the female gender. I'm shy. And cheap.Rosie Palmer and her five daughters are cheap and don't.