Alan hadn't knocked on her door in the middle of the night since he was about five, when he sometimes needed comforting after waking from a bad nightm...re.Susan looked over and saw Ron lying next to her, on his side of their big bed, snoring gently. She said just loudly enough for Alan to hear, but hopefully not loudly enough to wake Ron, "I am now." Can I come in?" I suppose." The annoyance in her voice was obvious.Alan opened the door. He was wearing baggy pajamas, which in her dream did not. Didn’t she know she had him already? Didn’t she know that she would do anything for her already? He found the flirting a bit tortuous as he just wanted her in his arms right now.The waiter returned with their drinks and took their food order. Their conversation turned more serious. They talked about how much they’ve missed each other. How hard it has been to be away these many months. She told him how anxious she was to see him again. She apologized for being late. Her flight was delayed. It. She was a very pretty girl,of that there was no doubt. She reminded me of the bitchy girls in myyear at school who knew they were the best looking and treated everyoneelse like dirt. I hated girls like that, not that they had ever noticedme of course. There was definitely a mean streak in her, which contrastedher almost angelic blonde hair, blue eye look."I know I'm not going out," she cried back to her mother, "I just want toknow where they are!" I heard her mouth "bitch" under her. "You know what that's doing to me don't you?" I ask my s!ster as she squeezes my ass cheek and her hand strays towards my balls."I don't know what you mean," she says with mock innocence while she's lightly scr****g my nutsack with her fingernails. "This!" I say, flipping over and displaying my fully erect cock like a flagpole. "Oooo," Kristina says, leaning up on her knees. "Can I have it?" Without waiting for an answer, she swings her leg over, straddling my hard cock. Gripping it between her.