I would've been horny all the time anyway, but now I felt completely backed up.The weird thing was, about a month later, I woke up a couple times with...my boxers all wet. I freaked out a little thinking I pissed the bed, but it didn't smell like pee. Maybe I'd had a wet dream, which would've been nice considering how rare it was now to get my rocks off. I kept a low profile and headed straight for the shower on those mornings, hoping that it would pass and nobody would know. I usually felt. Yours are just more vivid than most because of what you saw. There is nothing wrong with you." But I should be having fantasies about Mike. I love him so much, why is my fantasy about my parents instead of him?'Sara considered her answer carefully. She wanted to make her point very clear, to make sure that Janet and Mike would have every chance to make their marriage work."Very often our fantasies are about someone or some situation that is unattainable. That's why they are fantasies. You. She arched her back the best she could but he had her pinned as he tugged her boobs. He let go and cupped her tits from the sides pushing then together. She liked having her tits handled like that and liked it even more as he slid his cock between them. She rolled her head back and thought about how she must look right now. Blindfolded, hands and feet spread and tied to the bed, a man holding her breast and fucking her tits. She moaned when she felt a drip of precum land at the base of her. ‘Again?’ Jessica asked in surprise. Claire nodded. ‘I know, but Cal wouldn’t let Devon back in, no matter what his reasoning, he still betrayed us,’ Claire murmured. Jessica nodded. ‘I feel so bad for Devon. He risked so much to save Melly,’ Jessica said. ‘Yeah, and they’d done so much to her that she ended up dying of infection,’ Claire added. She shook her head. ‘I still can’t believe you traded yourself for Melly. It was damn brave of you,’ Claire told her friend. ‘I can’t believe it.