I’m a dreamer. And this is my confession. There is very little about you that I don’t find fascinating. Your hair, your eyes, your nose; I would ...ove to run my hands through your reddish hair, all while tenderly kissing every freckle on your face. Taking pause from the freckle attention, I gently kiss your lips. I’ve often wondered what sort of kisser you are. Do you open your mouth, and use your tongue to explore the inside of my mouth, or wrestle with my tongue? Do you keep your lips pursed,. “Not from us but a gift,” he replied, his eyes taking in her revealing dress. “There’s a note with it.”“Honey, do you have a five for a tip?” she asked.Dan opened his wallet taking out a five dollar bill and handing it to her. Susan’s smile widened, “He’s a handsome looking boy. Why don’t I get our sexy evening and night off to a great start by giving him one of Karen’s tips?”“You want to give him the five plus a blow job?” he asked in a quiet voice.“Yes, and it should help to relax me and get. My turn now.” “How did you know my name Sarah?” “Oh I,m a bit psychic. Just lay back and enjoy.” And then she was doing her expert cocksucker bit building me toward a climax and then gulping down all my heavy load till I was drained. When I recovered of course I was in bed next to my naked not mermaid wife, but it was a great fantasy. Her favourite fantasy was to be Cleopatra the last Queen of the Nile and Egypt so one night after we hadn,t had sex for over a week I found myself in a Roman. Billy screamed "GRENADE!" and we all looked for a hole to crawl into. Unfortunately, in our arrogance, we had not bothered to dig any in this ground that was mostly limestone with a thin layer of dirt over it. We got real damned lucky and the grenade rolled beyond us before it went off. Eddy still got a scratch on his thigh from a fragment, but that was it. I wondered who that raghead had stolen that grenade from, since the Al Qaedas normally didn't have access to grenades. Maybe it was a.