I knew my gaming skills were going to be compromised in this state.“How about something cooler?” he said with the same weird tone. What’s going ...n today with him? “Meaning?” I asked.“Meaning something cooler, something we wouldn’t normally do” he said as he got down the bed and sat next to me “We have a whole weekend ahead for ourselves, we are going to graduate soon, I say we should do something different, something crazy”He stretched his legs next to mine, his leg hair was barely touching my. 'You have so many pairs', he queries as he handles each one with a tenderness and the reverence they deserve since they were next to my skin.I try to be adult with him, encourage him to be likewise and not make me feel guilty because my brain want's to sexually abuse him, but as long as my needs are in my brain, I'm safe and can continue the think dirty little thoughts about his u******e cock in my mouth.'God that thought makes me fucking wet'.'Why do you have so many pairs', he asks me as I. . Oh Alan! ... Big ... Big, big, big ... Big, BIG Brother! ... Oh!"He chuckled, very pleased. That's pretty cool. What are the odds of me being here to hear that? Unless she mentions me in her sleep all the time, which would be even more amazing, actually. She must really like me if she dreams about me like that. It just makes me want to fuck her good and long. But I really shouldn't. I just know we'll get carried away. However, what if I try something new... He crawled up on the bed and put. He felt like he was being trussed and yet saw no one on the sandy beach. Soon he was being spread and the strangest part of the dream was that it seemed a gal was doing the work. He had room to move … slightly. Perhaps he could raise his hips from the bed. Perhaps retract a leg six inches or bend an arm slightly, but the silk was strong and it was tight. He wouldn’t be able to slip his wrists or ankles loose. She stood back and studied him. He was a few years older than his picture…fleshed out.