Just as had happened in a thousand past jerk-offs, Linda looked over her shoulder and begged, "Cum with me stud," and as she shuddered in my fantasy, ... blew my load over my stomach, while lying in bed. I fell asleep quickly and must have continued to think about Linda, because when I woke up at four, I was rock hard and playing with my dick. This time, I pictured Linda pulling me into the pool-side changing hut. She dropped her bikini top to the floor and pressed her perky B-cup breasts into my. She was very pretty, petite, bleach blonde hair, small but perfectly formed breasts, a trim figure and an ass to die for. After being told by me how to play the role (obviously, her thinking it was real and natural) and what context to play it in, Zoë took centre stage. One afternoon, Zoë walked out of the town centre pub on the arm of Jamil. She was high with the dope he had been giving her (He had given her nothing at all, it was all in her mind.) The ‘drugs’ made Zoë feel very horny, and it. ’ And so it was that Saturday that I was leaning against the back of a large sofa clinging to a glass of wine which was by no means my first of the evening and rather wishing I could have taken my ex to the cleaners in similar fashion when an Indian woman of about forty five years and wearing a stunning saree of blues, reds and golds wandered past. She stopped. ‘Are you Faye?’ ‘It rather depends how you’re spelling it.’ ‘Oh, how’s that?’ ‘Well, if you spell it f-a-y as in Morgan le Fay then, I. I asked her if she was having fun, she said yes. I also noticed she was acting a bit flirtatious around me. She finished her third beer, and I asked her if she wanted a mixed drink. She said yes, so I go back to make her a drink, I also decided to mix myself one to. Now mixing her drink, I must admit that I put a tad bit more vodka in her drink then mine, just to see if she gets any more flirtatious around me. We start drinking and strike up conversation. I hear the techno music from the next.