Once she was inside with the door was closed and locked, Laurissa leaned against the inside surface of the door. For the first time since Daniel showe... up at their table looking at her like a side of beef at the market, she felt safe. It may have been a false sense of security, but the door at least separated her from the outside world. She glanced over at the phone that set on the stand beside the bed. The light on it was flashing letting her know she had a message.'It's probably Steph, ' she. I wished I could think of some way to put her at ease, to let her know that I truly loved her and would never leave, not now, not after comprehending the wisdom of Mom’s message that I could never be happy with any other woman in the world. I also knew that no other man could satisfy Lynn like I could. It was apparent in the simple way she tensed up beneath me, lying full length during our slow fucks, her body melding to mine, hips lifting as I withdrew to keep her pussy rubbing against my. I began rubbing it against her swollen lips and then very slowly, inch by inch, I entered her soaking wet cunt. I managed to get almost my entire cock deep inside her and I felt her pussy muscles contracting around me. Her grip tightened, pushing my cock out of her. I entered her again; this time pushing harder, sending shivers up my spine.I slowly began to slid myself in and out of her now very slippery hole. I knew I would not last much longer and wanted to cum inside of her wet cunt…I was. The dreams I’d been having all week came that night with rapid-fire intensity. As they swept through like a prairie thunderstorm, the role I played was one of many things but all shared one thing: I was alone. I was a family man separated, I was lost and looking. I was a mourner, alone and broken.There was no signs or evidence of these things in these dreams, like that I had children or a wife. In dream logic, it was just the innate sense that I was these things. It was my dream, so of course I.