“Thomas?”I looked back up at Sharon. “We saw each other, Sharon. She told me later that she knew, and I knew at that same moment. And now,” I ...queezed her hand gently, “I see you. I can’t explain it, but I don’t think it’s some spooky nonsense, either. It was real then, and it’s real now, for me.”“What if we’re wrong?”“People make wrong choices. Your pal Reggie made a bad choice.”She snorted. “Oh, don’t remind me.”“But here we are,” I said quietly, leaning toward her slightly for emphasis.“If. Given it was rapidly approaching midnight and my long afternoon tryst with Jessie, the exhaustion set in quickly and I found myself in bed sound asleep. The next morning, well rested, I got back to my writing, but could not shake the thought of Alia spying on me from her window having sex with Jessie. I found myself getting hard, not so much at the thought of fucking Jessie, but of Alia masturbating. Maybe she was right, I was becoming a pervert!My mind kept racing through scenarios, and I. Then I moved my body down a little and my peepee started rubbing against the inside of her right thigh. It felt so good I started humping it and after 30 seconds or so my tiny peepee squirted a load of cum all over her thigh and the bedsheets. Well, she threw a hissy fit – all upset and angry that I didn’t "de-flower" her and that I had made a mess on her thigh and on a small area of the fresh bedsheet. In between sobbing and screaming she made me get a wet towel and clean up her thigh and damp. She then pulled back from my mouth about an inch or so. She pressed the button and the dildo in front of me began to twitch a little and a small stream of cum-like substance shot into my mouth and onto my face. I swallowed the substance and was surprised at its taste - it was sweeter than then cum I licked off Cindy but had the same consistency. Cindy leaned up and licked off the little bit that had settled on my cheek and chin. "Don't waste too much. I want the rest in my slaves ass." Cindy.