But strangely now the memories of her were a little different, a little less like memories and more like anticipations if that makes any sense. Memori...s are often faded, worn things that you have to really look at to make out. These were bright and colorful and in your face kind of dreams... as if they were just happening or had happened only yesterday and were still fresh in your mind.Another thing about these new dreams was that while it looked like Becky and should have been about Becky,. I had been wanking my cock all the while I was sucking him and was very close to cumming so I licked my lips and stood up holding my skirt up with one hand and stroking my cock with the other ......the man tucked his spent cock away and again looked around satisfied no-one was there he slapped my hand away and took hold of my throbbing cock squeezing me lightly as he pumped his hand up and down my shaft making my knees tremble as he jacked me off without a word.....he spun me around and reached. ”The two men are turning me on as I watch them smear oil all over each other’s torso and tease each other’s erect nipples without saying a word to each other.Before I make my entrance I check my appearance and outfit in the mirror. Stiletto heels, perfume and nothing else under my very short black silk dressing gown. I feel empowered and totally in control of the situation as I walk through the door and Jon says, “This is Anne, Alain. Show her why I invited you here and what you have for. She heard a truck pull into the complex and opened the door. She was surprised to see her man pull-up driving a New Ford F-150 truck. Slamming the door shut behind her, she ran to greet him, catching him just as he rounded the front of the truck. “Wow, a new truck,” Jo-Ann said, smiling and giving her man a big hug.“It was delivered today. You don’t think I’d take out the prettiest girl in town in an old, beat-up truck. And don’t you look sexy tonight,” he added.“Actually, I tried more for.