“She wants me” I say in my dream. She nods in response, already privy to my every thought and whim. I step forward, and pull her hips close to min.... In reality, my hand becomes a blur sliding up and down my engorged cock, while in my mind I press myself deep into the folds of her pussy, and everything else begins to disappear around me. On days when I masturbate just for the hell of it, sometimes I feel like my dick is smaller than normal. Perhaps it is simply going through the motions in its. Something about that guy, James, and Sarah's looks, and Sarah's suddenly volunteering the help out."It was boring John. I hate when everyone around me drinks heavily and I'm the only one sober. I have no one to talk to."He paused for a moment, thinking."Baby, it's not that bad. I watched you talk to some people, Jeannine, and even that guy James, you must have enjoyed a conversation with him..."I tensed up. How much did he see? He was completely drunk, how could he have seen our conversation in. "When you pull into the drive, stay to the right as far as you can and still be on the pavement." I demanded.He parked the car then said, "Nice old house," Yes it is, but I don't live there. I live in the maid's apartment over the garage," I said to correct his thinking. He followed me up the stairs, then into the small apartment.I looked it over complete then said aloud, "Well it is the right size for you." Then he laughed. He brought his folding suitcase up the stairs with him. It was the. At this point he has taken out his cock. I can’t help but notice. It’s a decent size, hard as a rock and throbbing with excitement. My gaze moves back to Clover, who is lying there, looking at me with her legs slightly apart. I undress myself, wanting to be just as exposed as she is. She lets out a soft moan, making me believe she likes what she sees. I am not nervous at all. I’ve wanted this for months now. Going to my bed, I grab one of my pillows. I drop it on the floor, before kneeling on.