In other words, you could say that she is the girl of my dreams." "Well," Gale teasingly smirked, "by the looks of things, I'd have to say that most o... those dreams of yours were: one, rather erotic, in a girl next door kind of way; and two, more than likely wet ones. "Tell me something else, Kell," she continued on to thoughtfully inquire. "Back in the days before I coerced you into getting rid of those marvelous high heels of yours with that stupid old ultimatum of mine, did you do anyone. You kissed me on the cheek as you slipped out of bed. You scurried into your room to dress. ‘I’ll have to work fast — I’ve got so much to do.’ But it took far less time than you’d feared because you enlisted Louise and Margaret, taking them into your confidence. Soon you three had laid claim to a tree that had been gotten extra and left on the back porch. You had pilfered extension cords from various places around the house where they wouldn’t be missed. You slightly re-arranged the furniture. Hers came out in long, sausage-like logs. She threw one at me and we both laughed and rolled around on the floor. The bouts of diarrhoea and poops continued for about half and hour, and during this time we were in too much agony to do much more than kiss, but once the shitting had died down, we began really making love. She called me her 'beautiful baby boy' and sat on my face, kissing me with her stinky, sticky asshole. She tasted amazing, like chicken and popcorn. We did it doggy style and. The men at the next table were watching intently too. George had witnessed couples necking in a bar before. His business travels had taken him into countless nightspots and he knew that this activity was not uncommon. He had seldom seen a woman as attractive as this one as a participant. Her looks did tweak his interest. As he stared at the couple, they kissed lightly several times, followed by a longer, more passionate kiss. Then they stopped to sip their drinks. George found himself turned on.