He looked liked he might play guitar for a grunge band that hadn't given up the cause. Perhaps he was a reincarnation of Kurt Cobain? She wondered why...he was here with her and what he represented. She was intrigued by the meaning of his existence because she was actually sound asleep. She was dreaming. The coffee shop, the coffee she was making and this strange man were all part of a most lucid dream."Who are you and why are you here?" Meg finally asked him."I'm Derek. I'm an incubus." He. "Fuck, now that's the big cock I need," Jane moaned.She said that, because he definitely had a bigger dick. I guess to her, bigger was better. Although, she wanted an emotional relationship too, and she got that from me. He began pounding her hard, and he spanked her too. It was as if she his own personal slut. As far as I knew, they didn't know each other. He had her moaning, and it was still getting under my skin. She was right next to me, and she still didn't really care what she was doing.. Had Dieter been more attentive, he would have noticed that she had a faraway look in her eyes, as she stared away into middle distance to her left. Any psychologist would tell you that she was remembering, and her cute smile, showing her neat white teeth, affirmed that the memory was a pleasant one. What Dieter did not know either, was that as she sat there in the sunshine, Vanessa was gently squeezing her thighs together, bringing on a delicious tingling between her legs, to accompany the. All without trying to move at all. He even triednot to move, but it didn't work."Stop it!" Richie told his legs, beginning to get scared. "I don'twanna go."However Richie's legs didn't pay any attention to him as they continuedto move into the bathroom where he again started to stare ateverything, even digging through all of the drawers and looking at whatwas inside.Richie was nearly on the verge of crying, though somehow he managed notto. "Oh, please stop..." Richie begged his legs, then his.