“The fantasy was all yours.”“So how close did fantasy Meghan come to real Meghan?”Meghan gave a little squeeze. Pre-cum oozed from me. She rub...ed her thumb across it. “What is this? Fantasy or reality?”“It feels very real to me.”Meghan gave another little squeeze of my cock. “Perhaps you’ll wake up tomorrow and it will all have been a dream.”“A very congenial dream.”She tinkled a laugh. “What a peculiar word.”“What would you call it?”Moist lips pushed up against my ear. “Wet,” she whispered. “A. I have literally, seen just about everything, from the best to the worst when it comes to how women are dressed, at all of the big airports. I almost bonked her brains out in the parking garage as I had her coat fully unbuttoned as I helped her into our car! The minute she sat down it was all but off, this was then followed by some serious groping, but where she had parked, was in a very well lighted and quite busy area where people were walking by as it was the peak period for arrivals. This. ..I went into the kitchen and tool out a plate to make lines and I dunno how to say it except that I was filled with such contentment thinking about Raesaah. how when she was younger how her mother used to tell her what a bitch she was and how she loves to open her legs of men and what a filthy Muslim woman she is and how she is dependant on men and how she loves to whore around and like pleasure and I smiled and chopped her lines and thought to myself how right her mother was and imp so lucky. They weren't fat and huge. Some were, but there were others to occupy his thoughts. When he got the chance, he'd try to see their face. Sometimes this was disappointing. Other times, he was surprised that he was still aroused by what he saw. They may be plain, or even older than what he thought, but he envisioned their lips around his cock, or gobs of spunk hitting their lips, mouth, and face, or his dick shoved all the way up their ass.One woman he got behind caught his eye. She was pretty.