Well, ihad an urge to go masturbate as my thing didnt grow any relaxed even after the cigarette, but i didnt , i guess i wanted to stay in bed and sav...ur the feeling i had then, masturbation would have been too realistic and it was bound to set me back to reality which i didnt want to do. well,i have no physical memmories of the dream but yet i have it all in physical and emotional, u wonder how i bet, when u here it u will know why. well, it started by me waking up in a very dimmly lit. Thoughtfully and provocatively she slowly sashayed her way towards the van, heels clicking on the highway. She turned her head to the side letting her long blonde hair fly in the breeze. A bit nervous but she was excited as well. She wanted to see his face and get to know this mysterious Good Samaritan. Coming up to the front door she made another head tilt, hair flail . . . ‘Hiii.’ But no one was there. Where was he? ‘Come’er.’ His voice came from behind the van. Now she was all like totally. The knocking was coming from the opposite wall of his apartment. Dan had just moved in a month ago. The rent was lower than the other apartments he was considering, but the agent warned him that the reason was that the building was cheaply built and had very thin walls. Dan wasn't bothered by that. He lived alone and thought he was pretty quiet. The neighbor who had done the knocking just now was the quintessential little old lady. He thought it ironic that of his two neighbors, she was the one. I broke the kiss and stepped back from his grasp.“You better be going, Jack. Your wife will be expecting you soon,” I stated.“Not until we have one last hurrah,” he said, pulling me back into his arms.“One last hurrah…?” My voice was muffled by his lips again.Before long, we were both in my bedroom, wrestling naked together on my bed. Jack had me pinned beneath him, spreading my legs apart with his knees while pinning my wrists above my head.“Jack, this is the last time, promise me,” I said.