Her festive dress was giving me naughty ideas, but my visions were not of sugar plums! I was in no hurry to leave, I liked holding her hand and our te...der kisses. I liked holding her whilst we danced, especially when we shared the tender embraces during the slow songs. But when she suggested we head home, she found in me a willing chauffeur. The yuletide joy continued on our brief commute, holding hands, stealing kisses, smiling and laughing. Her children were at her Mum’s for the night so we. Dressed to impress or dressed to get fucked, either way after all I wanted Zac. Not just for tonight and if I be honest to myself I started to have real feelings for him, I felt a charge between the two of us of sexual energy every time we were in the same room together. I had no idea how long I sat in my car outside Zac’s house because I was so nervous but I could already feel the heat between my thighs. How would he react? After all he already had female company and as far as I knew they were. "The voice continues to explain things, but in your dreamy haze, you can't make much sense of it. It doesn't help that there's no image to go along with this voice; the disembodied echoes have no physical form and seem to resonate from within your head."You have two options, both of which involve the same basic premise: the ability to control others to a certain degree. They are very much different, however. Listen closely."A few feet in front of you, two glowing spheres materialize. Both of. About how I wanted the blow job I seemed to never get, about wanting to fuck Debbie up the ass, which was out of the question, and about the threesome that I had always dreamed of, which is what led to Debbie leaving me."I bet your good in bed," sighed Janice, who had just downed her third drink and got up to make herself another."I don't now if I that good, but I like to have adventure and variety" I responded."Oh, if only Pete felt the way you did, we never would have divorced!" replied.