She's wearing one of her night-shirts, which shows off her shapely form, and she still has a slight case of bed hair, which I actually think looks goo... on her. Maybe it's because I'm still a little sleepy, but I instantly get hard."Morning, Billy. Want coffee? I made some." She's naturally surprised as I suddenly bend her over the kitchen counter. "Billy? What are you doing?" She gets her answer, as I lower her panties, pull out my throbbing cock, and insert it in her. I can hear her squeal as. Andy had split with his girl (the one from the holiday) too, so was young free and single. His flat mate was called John and his friend Amy. Amy had a boyfriend so nothing naughty was likely to happen with them. Still it would be good to go out and let our hair down as a 4 some.The journey to their place was a nightmare and I ended up getting there 4 hours late. I'd sent a message and told them to go out for dinner and I would meet them. They however, insisted that they would eat and then head. She said "Sometimes it's hard to get these on just right, they can be stiff and need a little extra tugging." and laughed quietly. As we finished making the bed we turned and wound up bumping into each other and she started to lose her balance. I instinctively reached out to catch her and in doing so my hands landed on he waist and across her chest as I steadied her. She said "Thank you." as she regained her footing. For a few seconds we stood there, my hand still on her breast, she looked at. You must have been having one hell of a dream. Was it one of your nightmares?”“Oh, my God, Sally, this was a real gem if you like that sort of thing. Unfortunately, I don’t!” I told her about the first part of my dream with the stampeding cattle and how I escaped. She laughed at that and congratulated me on doing something that she would never have thought of.I lay in the bed while we talked, and suddenly I wondered if I really was awake or if this was just a continuation of the dream. Dammit,.