”‘Our’ guest? Who? I was contemplating that when I felt her between my legs again. I groaned, feeling her lips sucking me in her mouth, her tong...e wrapping around the head of my cock. She pulled off a moment, “Wouldn’t want him to go to sleep right now, would we?” Her mouth lowered again, sucking hard, but for just an instant, “If he does, just try and picture what I’m wearing right now… I guarantee it’d keep him awake…”I groaned, my mind doing exactly what she’d said. Fat chance of him going. By the end of that second meeting, I knew I had to do something next time we met. Thank God, it didn’t take long, around April 2004, we met again. This time, my eyes were all the time looking deep inside her, I swear I thought I could read her soul like an open book. Long before this meeting, I had broken up with my other girlfriend, I wanted to make this right. We drove off after a couple of drinks, and we started chatting again outside my house. However, I did not find the courage to do what. My son groaned as I took him in my mouth. I thought for sure he would cum quickly once I started this. I was wrong. He was groaning like he wanted to cum, but not even the coppery taste of pre-cum was starting. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next if a blowjob didn’t do it, but my son indicated his idea.With one of his hands bracing him in a sitting position, he took his left hand and rubbed down my back. Next thing I know the zipper on the side of my pencil skirt is unzipped and he is. This encounter I called “erotic dream ‘ 69” is a recurring theme and some nights certain pieces are more memorable and clear than others. Like many of my dreams, this one seems to start in the middle of an event, completely out of context. I never have any remembrance of what led up to this point or how we got here or even where we are specifically. It starts like this: We are in a very romantic hotel room or Bed & Breakfast with a Jacuzzi. We brought all the essentials; candles, wine & cheese.