So I thought it was just a dream.I got ready for class and went to college. During the class, I said to my buddy about the dream. I didn’t say that ...t was a gay dream but instead I said I had a blowjob dream from a girl and it felt realistic. He laughed and said he used to have that kind of dreams too.After college, we came back. As usual, I went to bed at around 12. I drifted to sleep again and then my dream started My childhood buddy was there and we were already in 69 position.Suddenly, I. I tried to imagine what her mouth looked like last night, in action and pleasuring me, but it was still inconceivable in my mind."Did you sleep well?" Her question broke me out of my trance. I realized I was staring at her as she sipped her coffee, her blue eyes staring at me inquisitively, innocently through eyelids still swollen from sleep. I shook my head as if I were groggy to mask the reason for my slow response and long stare."No, I was awake most of the night with something on my mind.. She walked me into her office-bedroom where another woman was sitting. Marichka introduced me to her friend Zlata, who was a tall blonde, about the same age as Marichka. She had a nice dress on and hardly any make-up. You could tell from her wrinkles she was well into her forties, though pretty and sexy. And her long, slightly tanned legs were appealing.I sat down to fix Marichka's lack of internet access and after about 15 minutes I was done. She now knew not to bother me while I was working,. We’ve got to focus. We don’t know each other’s names and we’re at each other’s throats. That’s just what Lucifer wants. I’m not going to spend eternity listening to you guys squabble. MILLIE She’s right. I told you my tale. What’s your story? VERONICA It’s not much of a story. It’s actually kind of sickening. My name’s Veronica. I was raised to be a rich man’s wife. Oh, and a mother, of course. I grew up in Main Line, Philadelphia. The first words I remember were “sit up straight, be a lady,.