“Well, shit,” I mumble. Trina touches my arm with her long fingers and says, “You don’t have to leave yet. Why don’t you stay with me and h...ve some dinner and wine?” Her eyes are big with fear and I feel her trembling. She is afraid of the thunder and lightning, and I am not enjoying the idea of running through the woods in the storm. “Sure if you don’t mind me mooching a little more,” I say into her now relieved face. She smiles big and pulls me away from the door closing it quickly,. I didn’t intend for this to happen, it just did, and I’m still a work in progress. Here is my story. The beginning “history” is my best recollection, from young adulthood until the end of 2011. Later in the “dairy” file, I transition to real-time recording of my acting out. I love it so… ============================================================= Wet Dreams to Driver’s License I had no clue what was going on when I awoke after my first wet dream. My pajamas were a mess, but I felt good. As she turned to walk her I couldn't help but stare, she looked just as good from the back as she did from the front. I followed my friend's wife into the living room where she grabbed my hand and led me to just in front of the sofa. Donna rubbed her hands down the side of my arms gently tracing my biceps. She grabbed the bottom of my windshirt and lifted it over my head then pulled my polo shirt over my head to leave me standing there naked from the waist up. "You have a great body," she said. I also had some input into their sex life, choices of clothing for her in particular. Joe didn't know that I knew about them but I got a thrill out of fulfilling some of his fantasies. One time I suggested she dress as a dirty school girl, short skirt socks and tie, shirt knotted and pushing her boobs up, and no knickers. She said his jaw dropped when he saw her. Her favourite part of this she said was when she was riding him reverse cowgirl she bent forward and looked between her legs, her.