I looked over at the girl’s table and realized that Jo was on the dance floor with a different guy and Rosalind had left her guy and was walking out...towards the exit to the parking lot. I became a little curious. With that, Dave said he needed to use the men’s room and I decided to follow Rosalind out and see if she was OK. Just inside the door I pulled back a curtain and saw that Rosalind was talking with two bouncers, the one she’d just blown and another one, a very large black man.. I was able to raise myself up, and I leaned on my elbows. I moved the hair out of her face as she sucked my cock. She stroked my cock as she came up for air. She went back down, and damn if she wasn't trying to jerk me off as she sucked my cock. There might have been a cool breeze blowing in, but we were sweaty as hell. I gazed around, hoping that not only was someone watching us, but getting off as well. "69 time!" I said."Ohh, baby, my cootchie is crying to be eaten." Latoya replied. She got. She tells me to have sex with her right there. I am still pissed off about all the stuff that has just occurred, I tell her to get her ass in the car. We argue for a few miles. By the time I get her home, I am not pissed off anymore. We go inside and she takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. She starts unbuttoning my shirt and unzipping my pants. She is on her knees, still wearing those big boots. She loosens my belt and grasps my cock and frees it from my boxers. She takes my cock and. But if I was dreaming then what about the woman I kept thinking about.That woman... Somewhere there was a part of my brain that wasn't laughing and knew I wasn't dreaming. There was a part of me that knew exactly what had happened and knew why that woman had done what she'd done. Can you dream a fantasy knowing it's real? That woman she was here somewhere in this dream - I knew it.I knew she lived alone, that she was at least as old as my grandmother and she had cash. I knew about that cash.