When I came into his apartment I was to immediately strip down to just the pantyhose, turn around and face the wall with my legs spread apart and away...from the wall and put my hands on the wall. That was all he told me about the start and said I would get further instructions once there.It seemed like forever before we got a date and time set for our meeting. In his last email he gave me the address and told me to not be late.I was nervous but have to admit the pantyhose felt great, so smooth. Cindy's hand goes underneath me and closes around my penis inside the satin underwear. She holds me softly with a loose grip so I slide across the silky fabric, back and forth as Bobby bumps my hams with his thrusting hips."I'm gonna help you too." She squeezes and milks my throbbing dick. Bobby is stabbing into me and I'm jacking into Cindys hand."I'm, I'm, I'm... AHHHHHHH!!!!!" My orgasm explodes in my head and my heart and my crotch. It's like fireworks. I see light flashes. My chest. Melissa, startled and speechless, just pointed out the window. ‘What?’ Jamie asked, leaning up against Melissa. ‘I don’t see anything.’ Melissa turned and looked at her friend. ‘It’s right there in front of us. What do you mean you can’t see anything?’ But when she turned back to stare out the window, the dragon had vanished. Jamie squinted to see, then shook her head. ‘Okay. No more coffee for you, girl. You’re seeing things.’ Melissa pressed her forehead against the window to try and get a. We slept with her incredible body artistically draped over mine, so either would feel skin contact with the other as we slept. My dreams were peaceful and happy—kind of 'R' rated 'Disney Dreams'.Next day, my lawyer called. It seems Ed was petitioning the Washington courts for custody of his children. The lawyer didn't think it would be a problem, but we shouldn't go to Washington, or allow the children to. We'd already filed for divorce and for custody in Oregon, where Rachael and the children.