As you giggle you say, ‘here sweetie…my eyes are here.’ My eyes finally meet yours and you can’t help but notice that wickedness that you’ve...seen before. After a brief moment, you lightly grasp my cock through my shorts and give it a quick squeeze. ‘Behave,’ you lightly whisper so the other customers don’t hear what you said. You turn around with your backside now facing me and you have your hands pulling back your hair from your shoulders. You ask me to tie and tighten the strings. I begin to. I lived in Birmingham, England, with my mother until I married a man named John Albright. I gave birth to four children, three boys and a girl, and I think I died in a plane crash when I was about forty years old. I remember flying in a small aircraft, and something happened, but I'm not clear what. It was nighttime. My husband was the pilot, and I think... I don't know. I remember a brief moment of terror, and my memories stopped at that point." What was your maiden name?" Edwina Harrison.. I awoke the next morning slowly, dreaming of her, naturally. And like most men on most mornings, I awoke with a rock hard woody to go along with my dream. Dreaming of her, and her incredibly tight cunt, was not what I needed to be doing in the morning, but since we don't get to choose our dreams, I allowed myself to enjoy the fantasy as I came out of my slumber. Suddenly, the dream took a bad turn and I felt myself erupting from deep in my balls, spewing my cum all over the bedding. I was. "Oh yeah, easy ... why?" Kris asked, though the tone of her voice told me she was somewhat excited by the question."Well if you don't mind, these uniforms are rather warm, I wouldn't mind slipping out of mine and just sitting here in my undies while we watch the video. How about you?"Kris agreed, which made me happy, and I sat there in the darkness of the storage closet trying to keep my breathing as normal as possible, not to mention keeping myself from fidgeting too much in case I might be.