“When are you off on this adventure?”“I have a flight this afternoon. Like, can I have some money?”“Of course, sweetheart. Take what you nee... from my wallet on your way out.” Dean knew she’d take it all. That’s why he never kept more than a couple thousand dollars in that wallet. And credit cards she could sign on. It kept the expenses down.“Reba Smith?” the TSA agent asked looking at her ticket. He was jetlagged, having flown from Chicago just in time to start his new job in Los Angeles. This. She would stand up out of the tub to wash her pussy. She would face the door and spread her pussy lips while washing it. One day I came in from a movie and she was lying in bed. I entered the room and made some noise to see if she would stir. She was sound asleep. There was a bottle of whiskey and a glass on the bedside table. I thought she was probably passed out drunk. I got on the bed and lifted the covers. She was naked. I stared at the bunch of black hair around her pussy. I shook her. He pulled the rope tight and it dug deep into her throat, causing her to make coughing noises. He started fucking her pussy harder, enjoying the friction of her flesh as he slid in and out of her. Meanwhile, Robbie had pulled out his dick and was masturbating furiously from a chair, staring intently at Chrissy’s agonized face. Marco tried not to look at him as he found it off-putting. After about five minutes Chrissy started wheezing, or trying to. Every once in a while she would. This is what this story is about that wonderful part of our minds we call the imagination and how it changed my life and how flawed it can be. Believe me when I tell you this; it’s one thing when you control your fantasies, but completely another when those fantasies break the laws of nature become reality right before your eyes and terrifyingly enough, become your reality. For most of us when we fantasize we center our thoughts around the sexual act or situations that gets us off the most,.