I took a deep breath, “Um, let me ask this. In your dream, which one of us was made love to first?”She blushed even deeper and answered, “I thou...ht it should be you, but you insisted that I should go first. First, though, you sucked on him, then I joined you until he unloaded his semen into your mouth. You swallowed the first load then let your mouth fill with the rest, before pinning me down and feeding me his spend through a kiss.”I could tell that recounting the events of the dream had. We chatted for a while. I told them about my business and that Carol, my wife, often comes along for some fun. All the while Carol was crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving a glimpse at her shaved mound. I offered to buy the table a round of drinks to thank them for letting us join them. Waitresses were in short supply so I left to go to the bar and fetch our drinks.I wove my way through the crowd to a distant bar. When I got there I started a casual conversation with the bartender. I. We have decided to break up, and she's moving out."I received a bunch of texts back from her that I ignored, because I really didn't want to get into it then and there.The next day while I was walking out to my driveway, and the most predictable thing happened; Vicky appeared out of seemingly thin air.Before she could say anything, I said, "Vicky, I know you want to know all the details so the girls can dish, but I really don't feel like getting into it right now."She took a step back and said,. So far, Bri mused, she had learned that you called your vagina a pussy, and the little feel good button at the top was called a clit. Once in her room she hastily undressed and layed down on her bed. Buster, her bulldog, looked up at her from his spot on the rug. He wuffed softly. Bri ignored him and spread her legs wide. She stuck her finger in her mouth, wanting to get it wet. This, she had learned, was called lubrication. Once ready she started to gently rub the tiny nubbin of flesh. She.