As she drove she thought to herself, I really don’t want to go home to an empty house again. And that vibrator just wasn’t cutting it.Just then sh... saw a bar on the right side of the road. Foxy’s, it was called. Several of the other women in her office had talked about going to Foxy’s after work but she had never joined them. Why not stop in, she thought. And she did.Foxy’s was like any other bar; long winding counter with stools and a dance floor surrounded by booths. She sat at the bar and. I watched her arse swing as she climbed the stairs in front of me, and much as I wanted more, as I'd reached my 40s, I'd found it took a good few hours before I could ever manage a repeat. I hoped she meant sleep.Tina however had other ideas.As I climbed between the sheets, she was already stroking my chest, pausing and toying with my nipples this time. While this did nothing to my flaccid cock, it was turning me on, and I stroked her in return. Soon I felt her hot breath on my chest, and she. Part of him, he knew, wasn’t willing to do it. Why else would he dream about the Proycians and the Lupens?“Lou, your heart rate is faster than normal, I...” she crawled up onto the bed, reaching out and touching his leg – and Lou almost flinched away from her. “What happened?”Lou tried to think of what to say. “I ... I had a nightmare,” he said.“What is nightmare?” she asked, sounding nervous.“When ... humans sleep, we ... we have ... dreams. They’re collections of images and memories and. I knew that it was quite possibly the last time for me to ever do so. I couldnt help but stare at his stick thin legs that had the most well defined muscles I had ever seen when he walked around. He had a habit of stretching upwards and exposing an inch or two of his muscular abdomen showing his smooth caramel skin every time he did so. What are you looking at? He spoke out, breaking my train of thought, which was concentrating on how I could describe how his skin looked. He had a sparkle.