"Yes sir, thank you." A total of 719 chose to ride the Lion this year, out of a possible 780."I nodded. The percentage was high but not remarkable.Zai... went on, "There were 359 riders targeting Level-3, 343 riders for Level-4, fifteen for Level-5, one for Level-6, and of course you for Level-14."It took me a second to realize Zaim's point. "The Holy!" I whispered. "Half sir?!" One over! More than half the riders this year targeted above Level-3. This shatters the previous record of 42%." Zaim. Realization setting in that we can never have a true relationship outside of our own four walls. No children, although we could adopt I suppose. If we moved out of the country and somehow got fake identification we could be man and wife. That kind of thing is a far reach and the risk of being caught enormous. I still love Jaime with all my heart and I know I can never be with anyone else, I could never be happy without my Jaime. We continue to hold one another, for some reason it feels like. Her own hands free, she made her way down to ties that held her black panties together, tugging at the strings and pulling them loose. The fabric fell to the bed, not wanting them to get in the way, she discretely tossed them behind her, hearing them plop as they hit the floor. She smiled, returning to the strange sensation she felt as he fondled her, her breasts tingled slightly under his touch, something she usually did not feel. The sensation made her melt, slowly sinking in his arms, her. .here is what happened:In my dream, me and this elderly lady....glasses, gray hair, wrinkles, varicose veins and all...were sharing a hotel room. I think we were colleagues at a business conference. We each had our own beds, of course, but wait....anyways, she had been giving me the flirty, hungry eyes and look all day, and was checking me out in the room before we went to bed, which made me very uncomfortable. She asked me to wear some very tight short-shorts and nothing else to bed, with me.