She wasn’t used to being taken seriously, or having conversations that involved adult things. Combined with the feelings she had been having recentl..., this was all kind of dizzying.“So dreams like that are okay?”“A dream is a dream. There’s nothing okay or not okay about dreams. I know people say dreams have meaning, but there has been debate about that for thousands of years. If I were you, I wouldn’t worry about the fact that you have them. Like I said, I love having mine.”“Wow,” said. Paul smiles, recognizing his friend’s nickname. He answers the video call and gasps at the image on the screen. She is bent over the keyboard in a beautiful red and black full length negligee. She twists slightly and he can see the back which has a low plunge and lace detailing.There are two thin straps cross her back and the front of it just barely contains her sizeable breasts. The colour is stunning against her dark skin and eyes. “How you doing, Paul?” She purrs. “I’m good, nice outfit.”. This change was to try something new.Tracy found out that sometimes just to try something new was a goodenough reason. Instead of thinking of not fixing something which was notbroken, people need to not settle for good if they think they can dobetter.Walking out of the salon Tracy had a little extra spring in her step. Theadded confidence did not come from looking new but being able to trysomething new. Tracy was finally learning to be herself.*****************Jonathan MacTavish, AKA Slap Jack. I considered using the loofah, but I didn’t want to get it full of cum. Maybe he wouldn’t care, but I didn’t want to make assumptions. A few minutes later the lights dimmed. It was dark, but my eyes still made out shapes and details without much trouble. Mr. Chapman had mood lighting. I was grateful for it. Despite being on full display in his living room while we had sex it was a bit of a different scenario cleaning up. I felt more vulnerable, exposed. We had both finished two orgasms each,.