‘Take out your cock,’ she said.I was hearing things. This whole thing was beyond my comprehension and I was just hearing things.‘What,? I said.E...ily looked at the obvious bulge in my pants and said it again.‘Take out you cock’.I did as she asked.My dick was as hard as I could ever remember. I guess it was in the neighborhood of six inches. The tip was wet and the head was bright red.Emily looked at it and then up at me. ‘Start jerking,’ she said.I didn’t have to be told twice. It was a dream. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. I was too busy staring at her wonderful pussy to notice her well developed tits. I pulled my t-shirt off. Reaching out I looked up at her face. She nodded. I pulled her pussy to my face. I sniffed deeply and sighed at the sexy aroma that met my nose."Magnificent," I whispered."Thank you," she croaked.Pulling her closer, I flicked my tongue out to taste her. She sighed. I groaned. She tasted good. I mashed my face to her puss. I licked her. I jerked off right there and after I cleaned myself up, I figured I’d leave her alone. Tomorrow was a new day after all.The next morning, Gwen said, “Mike, we need to talk about what you happened yesterday. You don’t need to feel sorry for me. You don’t need to say those things.I sat across from her calmly. “You’re right, Gwen. What I need to do if fuck you.”She stood and went to the sink, her breathing heavy. She was struggling with herself, I could tell. I went to her, pressed my erection. "I don't think so. Course, the longer I sit on this the more awkward I'm eventually gonna get. But I'm more careful around her, at least. Plus, I usually leave it at home, where no one can find it. But I wanted to bring it to school today as a memento of what's really motivating me to get through the end of school." End of school? Thought you were getting your MBA?" I am. And she's still getting her Masters at Stanford, too. But this is my commitment to her. I don't plan on rushing us into a.