I stumbled up the stairs, and back into the bedroom. I took off my clothes, and got back into bed with Kelly. I held her. She was still naked. I was f...nally hard, no longer worried. I snuggled up to her back, put myself between her legs, and hugged her close to me. I felt so warm and content, so happy. I fell asleep, very content.Perhaps unsurprisingly, a dream came to me, a bit of a scary one. It was part of a little trip we had been doing in the late fall in Washington state.We had bought a. "Amy, sir!" she answered meekly, head down, hands wanting to clasp each other, but having nothing to hold onto but the coffee pot."Put the pot down before you scald someone else, Amy!" I said, watching her face.She quickly fumbled the coffee pot onto the table, then started fidgeting with the little apron she wore."Go to the back and get three CLEAN towels." I commanded, "Two of the towels are to be damp - not wet - with warm water. The third is to be dry. Is that clear?" Yes, sir!" she. It still hurts, but Hal tells him to breathe as Dumptruck slowly eases all the way in. The tension fades. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore. And soon Dumptruck feels how his seed is building up from inside, like a river flooding its banks, and he has one of those explosive orgasms that you feel all the way up to your face. When Chris rolls off Dumptruck, it now is Hal's turn. "I got something special in mind for you, son, I'm sure you gonna enjoy", he says and he rolls Chris on his belly. Chris. It felt like a power play to see who’d chicken out first and look away. I knew it would be me. As much as I didn’t want to let him win I couldn’t continue to look into his blue eyes that seemed to bore into me. I glanced sideways, then towards my drink and took a much needed sip. Max sat down in the seat next to me. He waved to the bartender and ordered a drink for himself. I was trying my damndest not to look at him, trying very hard to keep my focus on my drink. I felt I should say something..