And don't play poker with her, never."Her father returned with three beers and resumed his chair, licked his lips and smiled. "Assume you two have bee... living together lately." Yessir," the teacher said, somewhat embarrassed. "Hate to admit it, but marriage was my idea. Moving in was hers, mostly."Meg laughed and then choked on her beer, red-faced."You've been married before Meg told us." Yes sir, back a ways, for twelve years. Wife and child killed in a car accident and fire a few years ago.. I reached the room but heard some noise. I walked slowly and looked thru the crack of the door. My eyes almost popped out my head. There my friend was sitting with a massive cock and slowly touched himself, with the magazine in the other hand. “Ahh yess. Your so hot. Mmm look at that ass” i heard him say. Don't know why but his big cock was turning me on. My own dick was nothing compared to his. I didn't know what to do, i kept watching him and he started moving his hand up and down his big. I sat there in the middle of the bed my nightie clinging to my sweaty body, still shaking from the fear I had felt in my dream. I sat there thinking as I heard my husband return to his sleep. What had caused me to dream something like this anyway? Nothing even remotely like this had ever happened to me, yet it was me in the dream. I’m a thirty four year old house wife, nothing fancy, just a typical five-foot five inch tall 34b 25w 35h, brown haired house wife, named Sally Bergman married to. “No, don’t apologize.” “I have no idea how you can stay up the entire night,” I added. “Actually,” she stated, “Sometimes when I am really tired, I make a key card for one of the vacant rooms and take a quick nap on my break.” Feeling a sense of foolish courage I blurted, “How cool… maybe tonight I can nap with you.” Her eyes widened and grinned. “We’ll see,” she said. At that very moment a hotel guest walked into the lobby and asked her where the ice machine was located. She pointed the.