Well, not really. For some reason I couldn't muster up the energy to panic, or to be scared or, well, anything really.What the hell was going on here?...If I'm dreaming then it's a pretty shitty dream. Am I dead? Is this limbo or something? Couldn't be heaven. No clouds. Or pearly gates.Hell maybe? Purgatory? Wait, isn't that for babies. The unbaptized kind? I think that's what I heard from someone, somewhere... Whatever. I don't know much about religion.Anyway, this sucks.Your not dead.I jumped. Somehow the object had made it's way into her hands and seemed warmer than would seem reasonable. It was entirely out of character for her. She's always tried to maintain the image of herself as very proper and classy, not at all slutty, but she'd always harbored perverted fantasies. Why were these now breaking into her dreams?She had mediocre, okay sex with her boyfriend, Phil, who she'd met at art school, the school she still attended. He was polite and very much believed in feminism and was. Jyothi: well even you understand it.Me: yes I mean if I had a wife like you I would have quit that job by now and ready to give any pleasure she wanted.Jyothi: hey you are 18 not talk like this infront of me as a matter of fact what do you know about sex and pleasure hmm?Me: hello I know a thing or 2 about sex ok I used to watch some movies and all with my friendsJyothi: ha ha watching only gives you some pleasure but did you do it? Don’t you have a girl friend?Me: no idont have a girl friend. “Every bit of ten inches long and at least six inches around,” he responded.I was mesmerized and could not take my eyes off his cock. I was wondering if our talking had made Percy’s cock rock hard. The thought made me shiver.“Damn, Thomas, if I didn’t know better, I would think you wanted to suck my cock,” Percy said.“Even if I was queer and wanted to suck your cock, no way that monster would fit in my mouth,” I said.Percy laughed and said, “Anytime you want to try, let me know.”“Percy, I have.