But Tabitha ... why was she older in the dream? Why was I fucking her? What did it all mean? I laid there, staring at the ceiling and wondering. This ...as back in the day before you could just hop on the internet and google things. The internet was still Dialup at this point with few websites if at all, and you usually had AOL. As I laid there, thinking about the dream that was still vivid in my mind, Heather awoke on top of me.“Josh? Are you awake? Why?” She asked sleepily.“A dream,” I. You are one naughty bitch. Listen, lady. No man can resist a woman unless he is gay. Be assertive, be dominant, every cock belongs to you, take it, and demand it. Then you will be a monster. You will be addicted to their protein shake leaking out of their puny cock. Understand?”This was the most erotic talk Mumtaz had ever had with another woman. Her inner thighs felt moist, and she squirmed. “That’s it?” She whispered.Mumtaz shivered as she heard, “May I come in. ma’am?” from the door of her. Right lads. Good session, no guarantees, but you lot had better not fuck this final up. Reid hang around, the rest of you, four laps of the pitch, pick up the cones, then shower and change. Were having a dinner with the Parents Council in three hours, last minute but fuck it, we need the funding so get your asses back out here, fresh for 8, sharp. No-shows will be running til they puke. Right? We murmured assent. The lads and Ali hauled themselves up to peg it around the field. I walked over to. It's not often that I get to torture a little man.I lift my foot, turn it a bit to the left and stamp it down hard. The SMACK sound it makes on the floor is accompanied by a puff of air that causes bits of dirt and lint to blow across you. I lift, twist, and stamp my foot to the other side of you. It slams into the floor so closely that you feel it brush your arm. Again the puff of air carries dust and lint across you, filling your nose and causing you to sneeze. Your watery eyes make it.