"And with that, Sarah danced into the bathroom. Greg just lay on the bed, smiling until his face felt sore. He continued to lie there not thinking any...hing in particular other than he loved that woman in the bathroom. She made him happier than he thought was possible or he deserved.After about a half hour, Sarah emerged from the bathroom looking, according to Greg, as beautiful as ever. Greg then went into the bathroom, while Sarah sat on the bed staring off into space, thinking about the man. So I took my hand and lowered my pants and got hold of my full hard dick, oozing with precum after all the stimulation it has had. I jerked off slowly making as little movement as I could and then I had to put it away without cumming as I didn’t want to wake her up.In the following few minutes, I dozed off again only waking up the next morning, still hard from the last night’s dream come true.The rest of my holiday went away in the blink of an eye. As I started college, my visits to her house. Her tongue never seemed to lose contact with his hard cock. It pressed against the sensitive underside of his cock as she sucked him into her mouth. When he pulled out, her tongue would swirl around the head and tease the opening looking for a treat.After a while, Brady began to lose control of his lust. He let go of her bun and grabbed onto either side of her head. Taking control, it went from Brooklyn giving him a blow job to him fucking her face. He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth with. There is no time for the luxury of weeping, there is too much to do. Letters to draft, meetings to attend, hospital visits to plan and execute. Reports to write, meals to cook, work to attend. Days pass. I keep wanting to cry, but there is too much to do! Perhaps next week, perhaps I can drown my sorrows during that drink with you. It’s a long shot, it probably won’t happen, but the small spark of hope carries me through the remaining days. ‘Are you going far?’ asks the taxi driver taking me to.