My dream of the other night came back as Istarted to bring him to another peak. Could I bring him to the pointwhere he would be the one who would dres... in his prettiest nightgown andnegligee, spend ages getting his makeup just right and wear one of hisnicest perfumes in order to be sexual satisfied. As these thoughtsflittered through my mind I had an even more satisfying orgasm. I'd alsotaken him with me and he now lay there gently sobbing. When I asked himwhat was wrong he'd replied nothing it. That did not mean that he chatted her up, but it did mean that he could observe her and have a few words with her.She shared a room with Eve, which pleased her. Eve was an old hand and she was comfortable with her.Rehearsals started the next day. On the second day they had the main theatre for three hours. During a break when the rest of the company sloped off for refreshments, Libby, who had been eyeing the Steinway concert grand with increasing longing, sat down at it and started to play. I wanted Bill to watch as I slid my big dick into my wife’s blonde pussy. I wanted him to have a good view. In my haze of lust, I wanted him to want my wife. I wanted him to wish it were him sliding his thick black cock into the sweet folds of my wife’s pussy. I whispered to my lovely wife, “Bill’s watching, he’s stroking his cock, watching us, wishing he were sliding deep into you.” But it was not his dick feeling the gentle rippling of my angel’s soft pussy. Her clasping warmth slid down my. ...................................................................................................................................................................... It was another late night. Like most nights, I was the last to leave the library. My Master’s thesis consumed my life, bringing me late nights and early mornings. It also left very little time for a social life, not like I had one. People seemed to avoid me. I wasn’t sure whether it was my intellect, my interest in ancient.