My mind ran over and over the image of Margie cupping and massaging my mother’s breasts, kissing her neck. I tossed and turned, unable to sl**p for ...hat seemed like forever. My hand ran up my tee shirt, over my stomach to my breast. I massaged it the way Margie had touched my mom. I pinched and pulled at my nipple, feeling it harden between my fingers. My other hand slid between my thighs and began to circle lightly at my clit. The images of Margie and my mother danced through my head, their. ”“I love you too, did you buy the white lingerie?”“Yes sir, and my pubic hair has grown back and my new thong don’t quite cover it all.”“Excellent, I can’t wait to see that, and tonight, your neighbor is going to see your tits!”“He is?”“Yes, if he comes into your bedroom tonight, you are going to remove your bra.”“Oh my gosh, sir.”“You will use an excuse as to why you have taken your bra off.”“Okay sir, I will figure it out.”“He must see you topless tonight!”“He will sir, I promise!”I was hot. Sometimes this carries over into one’s dreams. She: Dreamt about you again last night…mmm, mmm, mmm! He: You forgot ‘good’, as in mmm, mmm, good-ha. Bend over bitch, I want to grab your hips and slam my cock in you! She: You did last night in my dream! And it was mmm, mmm, GREAT! Can’t wait to get the real thing!!! I love you baby, and I’m going to love taking your cock in my mouth, and in my throat, and in my warm wet pussy. Mmm, mmm, good!!!!!! Of course, there’s always the promise of. Katy came out of her reverie. Thank God he was finished. She couldn’t have stood another minute of that.“And so” Joe added “I hope you will all join me for a drink in the bar after dinner”The girls groaned – Good God, lumbered with him for the evening. They didn’t know that Joe was also inwardly groaning at the thought. He had been instructed to make the offer by his boss who thought it would help bond the team. It was the last thing he wanted to do - stuck with a load of girls when there.