As I would have thought very little about it if not for going to bed, sleeping and having a vivid dream about Richard and his fantasies.As I said, the...dream was so real!I was standing upon that bridge and watched as took photos of Richard walking down the embankment and to the pasture fence. I remember feeling horny and elated as watching my friend disrobe, leap the wire fence, and then fall to a kneeling position as if he were taking a moment to pray.Suddenly I felt the breeze stiffen and from. I then came to the point of my visit with him. I explained what it was that we were intending, and why I was there. Seemingly stunned, but very much in control, he had very little expression. He suggested he would like to meet my wife first. I suggested My wife was extremely apprehensive, and I wanted to run in advance to warn her I had found someone. He told me which room he was in, and suggested to give him about an hour to prepare, when he would come knocking. My wife was both. Making me feel like a worthless piece. Why do I want nothing more than to be yours? My body aching, just wanting to feel your love. My teeth stay smashed into my lip, trying to stay quiet, so as to not make you mad, just wanting to please you, day in and day out, but getting nothing in return. Your hand on my head, my eyes shooting their glance to you while soft purrs fill my throat, eyes glancing between lips and eyes, making me blush and bite my lip in embarrassment. Why can't I be myself. When she pulled the knife around to my front I for a second wondered if my daughter was actually insane, and if I didnt fuck her she was going to kill me. She brought the knife to my belly, point first. She pushed it against me, gently at first and then more and more, until I was starting to feel the sharpness of it on my skin. I looked down and then back at her. She bit her lip and just stared back at me. I have to admit I was afraid. I was frozen, I felt like if I spoke now it might make.