There was an old upright piano in the pub and he amazed me by asking the landlord if he could play it."How the 'ell should I know?" the landlord said ...rumpily. "You can either play it or you bloody can't."Peter sat on the stool, flexed his fingers, and showed he was as one with the piano by playing tune after tune, everything from Fats Domino to Elton John. The whole pub sang along and we didn't buy a drink all night.I even gave them a rather bad version of ‘The wind beneath my wings.’ It was. But somehow, you swallowed most of it in the dream. Have you ever had a dream like that, or did you have that same dream last night?”I laughed, teased him, and lied, saying, “So, let me get this straight. We continued our conversation in your dream, and then I sucked you off and swallowed your cum? Damn, Luke, that sounds like some wishful thinking on your part. And no, I didn’t have a fucked-up dream like that.”Luke said, “Yes, maybe it was or is wishful thinking, but I’ve never had a dream. "If you think it needs it?" sheexplained how a nice style needs to be maintained, the hair growsdifferently and the sharp edges blur, and my style looked better when itwas fresh and sharp. I have to say going to a salon with your mother isa very odd thing to do, she was in for a cut and blow with Michelle. Iwas given Alice, who washed, cut and straightened my hair. I had toadmit that it looked much better.Life did not alter much with my friends, but the time spent with girlsincreased as my look. ” he said “I saw your bike out in the carpark.”“Yeah, we got here about an hour ago.” Andrew replied “Chris, this is my wife Thu.” He nodded his head in my direction and smiled “Hello Thu, it’s lovely to meet you at last.” I smiled and said hello. Chris was a good looking man, in his mid-forties, nicely toned body. He stepped up onto the lower tier of seating and stood directly in front of me and he reached across to shake hands with Andrew. Andrew took his hand from my wet pussy and shook.