On bed she said “wow, you are really strong man as my husband has never did like this to me in my entire life. I think he is not able to do like thi.... You are a real man”. For this he said “I will now show you what a real man is capable of.”She then smiled and lied on bed. He then came on top of her and slowly lifted her night dress up to her knees. He was kissing her legs as he came up and slowly pressed her boobs and unbuttoned her top part of night dress. She was moaning lightly as he was. I often wonder if I do remember the sky. I can’t help but feel like the sky was something that existed before this world. It was something to be enjoyed, like the warm waves of summertime sun, running through the dew-stained grass, laughing to yourself and looking left and right and back and forth. And up. The turquoise canvas is the closest thing I know that looks like blue skies. It’s soft, almost reflexive it its kindness. Blue skies mean no harm, they are protectors. I almost not dare to. I wanted to suck this girl’s tits. Oh the bitch, she was off the desk, she had something in mind to suck herself. She gasped loudly as she saw the object of her desire and need. I barely got my hand over my mouth in time to stifle my surprise. I mean I thought Jarryn was well endowered. This doctor, probably about thirty, was packing serious male meat out of his zipper hole. And he was hard. I mean pointing to the sky, stiff and ready. Silky dangling demanding nuts too.The receptionist started. Well, it kind of is, because it’s the me I would be if I could. You know? Big muscles, and an enormous cock? And a beard, or at least it looks like I haven’t shaved in a while. Anyway, Rosie and I have arranged to meet in Real Life so I can give her a present; some money so she can buy her auntie some medicine that she really, really needs. But the problem is, I’m afraid she’s going to expect me to look like my avatar-thingie, ‘cause I’ve assured her I am absolutely hunky. Well, I am. Sort of..