I’d been nylon strings and wide classical necks since my first guitar. Three finger, four finger and flamenco picking was what I knew ... not that I...was very good.“Yeah, I’ll just bet,” I said.“Bet what,” said Johnny.“Just talking to the voices in my head,” I said.“You and Karen,” John said.“What?”“She talks to herself all the time.” Johnny said, “She talked to the ceiling when she bought the Lottery winner ... or so the story goes.”I burst out laughing.When I settled down I said, “So did. There go our clothes. Wait. Not. Again.I awoke panting as before but most like from the dream with Black Cat.This time I hadn't webbed myself. Still... wow. Clearly Pete reallyliked Kitty. He had a crush. By sharing that dream with me I had morethan a crush. I groaned. I think... I'm in love. Or lust. God I don'tknow. I get why these dreams are a problem though. "Thanks for wakingme up," I called as I panted, Kitty's face still firmly in my mind."This was your wake up call Jessica. Don't make. I watched the soapy water run off her chest along her stomach and past her pubes. I was so fucking horny! Going for broke, I dropped the rag and began rubbing soap over her breasts and hard nipples with my bare hands. She asked what I was doing and I asked if she minded. She said not at all. Then she dropped her rag and began rubbing my chest with her hands. Our hands explored every inch of our chests. Then her hands started moving lower and stopped just above my shaft. A jolt of excitement. I eventually heard most of the story — I should say stories, really — of Jenni and Dave, Jessica and Marty.Jessica and Jenni did much of the wedding planning with Amy — I was left in no doubt I was merely a necessary accessory for the event. Jessica and Dave's little girl, Alison, was a little too young to be a bridesmaid, sadly, but Jenni made a lovely maid of honour (should that be 'matron of honour' as she was married? I never did work that out) and Dave kindly agreed to stand as my Best.