Suddenly he was in a field of flowers, the scents of roses, lilies, and daffodils wafting on a summer breeze. There was fresh cut grass and the smell ...f baking asphalt on the air, he could almost feel the sun on his face.He came to, staring up at her as she blinked at him. She wasn’t psychic, couldn’t have known what her pheromones were making him smell and taste, but her intent had been to calm him. As with all of the other scents in the hive, his brain could only translate the information. After that he swiftly retrieved one of his T-shirts and slipped in on her, and then tucked her soundly under the covers. He watched her for a few moments to see if there were any signs of her waking but she showed none. Now was a good time to slip out and handle some business. He had no problem at all finding Greg Wilde’s room. The hotel receptionist was only too happy to give Chad Greg’s room number when he flashed her that winning smile of his. It was nearly three in the morning but Chad. An hour or so alter she woke from a dream with a start. She had dreamt that a man was fucking her, his long hot cock moving in and out of her wet pussy as he played with her breasts. She had pulled herself from the ecstasy of the dream believing that Zahid was again on her fucking her. To her horror and surprise, she found that the 'Lund pumping her' was actually her own fingers and the nipple teasing was being done by her too! She lay back confused and ashamed by the sexual thoughts ripping. Yes we named our son after him. Big Tom and Tom were sitting in the den talking about their ruined marriages and the sorry women they always seemed to attract. I said always chase more like. They laughed. Tom asked Big Tom if he remembered fucking his sister in law. Big Tom grinned. Everytime I come over here I remember that night. Tom said he was going for a beer. Big Tom asked why I told Tom about that night? I said it kind of just came out one night. Big Tom asked if I had told him.