Our sex life was fine but I wanted to know what she fantasized about when we made love. I asked her if she had any sexual fantasies she wanted to live...out. She blushed and admitted she had one all through her life. She dreamed of sucking and fucking a huge black cock. She immediately reassured me that my average 6 inch penis was fine but occasionally she dreamed of a monster 9 inch baseball bat sized prick impaling her. I bought her a dildo and that’s where the fantasy ended. Or so I. Rick headed upstairs."Why is it so different with you?"Toby looked around to find Candace's eyes open. "I don't know. How is it different?" Usually, I have to fight for it ... Change things, control things, make adjustments ... But you ... And it's better..." Candace couldn't really describe what it was he did -- basically, it seemed that he just ignored her attempts to run things -- and it worked..."Dumb luck, I think," Toby replied. "You were in a rut. I just don't let you do the same old. She started to eat, as did I.We struck up a conversation, "So how many people do you expect at the party?" I asked."Forty to fifty. I told them they had to wear a costume. That's one of the criteria you need to know. If they don't, politely ask them to get a costume or get out." And if they don't want to leave nicely?" Give them one of your wrestling moves, but don't break any limbs if you can help it," she said. "This is very good. Where did it come from?" That is my secret, doesn't a couple. "What are you doing here?" she demanded as she reached for her clothes and began to put them on. Angie just stared at Johnny and the rather big (for his age) tent in the front of his pants. "What in the world is that?" she asked, forgetting for a moment that she and her friend were both naked on Johnny's bed.Johnny smiled. This was playing out just like a story from the dirty magazines. He knew he should get 'righteous' and kick the girls out of his room, but he knew he'd just grab a magazine.