That dream was like something out of a movie, a western. There was this man with his rifle, came up on some bad guys and he was in a gunfight with the.... I'm just standin' at one side, like some ghost, watchin' all this happen. It's in the hot desert, there's sand and cactus and this fight's goin' on in a dry wash. He shoots these guys who're shootin' at him, and he get's 'em. Kills 'em. Then I see he's saved these two Indian kids. The boy, he's younger, and he's hurt; and the girl, she must. And remember not spend too long there or she might begin to think that you believe that’s all there is to eating her cunt, and start to get frustrated. By now she should be dying for you to make your move. If you’re doing it right, she’ll be moaning and trying to force your head between her legs. Stretch this phase out until she looks like she’s been holding her breath for three days. Hover over her bush for about five seconds before the first lick. If you wait longer than that, she may think. She was there as usual working at her computer, looking gorgeous in a dark suit and white blouse, her legs crossed with a generous amount of her shapely thigh exposed through the slit in her skirt. My mind started to slide into fantasy as I imagined crawling beneath her desk and feasting on her sex. My tongue flicking her bud then parting her lips to slide into her. Her legs spreading to allow me to push into her, her suit rising up to her waist as I hear her gasp. My hands spreading her thighs. He didn’t have to look very hard to see that I was in fact very serious. “Yeah?” I nodded, then went back to ‘reading’ the paper. This would no doubt give him a little extra courage since I would no longer be watching him. And sure enough, not two seconds later I felt his big hands settle on each of my flaring cheeks, where they then worked underneath my panties so he could pull them out of my crack. He did it slow and really worked his hands around on my butt before pulling the jammed.