At first her hand didn't touch my genitals, but touched almost all the rest of my body. And that hair still excited me more than anything. The very li...ht touch of that long blonde hair was almost, but not quite enough to make me cum.By now I was in my mid twenties and still having the dream. I didn't tell anyone about it. It was my secret. The night came when she touched my dick. It was a soft touch, but lasted a long time as she moved her fingers along the shaft and over the head. She held my. Curtis sternly warned her that if she dropped the glass she'd end up licking the contents up off of the dirty wooden floor.He traced her nipples with the tip of the prod and then in a louder voice he snarled, "Drink it, you fucking cunt! Every last fucking drop! Think of it as practice for the next act."I don't think she even heard the last part of his threat. She was staring in disgust at the water glass full of slimy cum.Curtis said something else I couldn't hear. Then I watched in disbelief. “Jack” she shrieked, arms flung wide, smile as wide as her face would allow and a sparkle, nearing tears, in her green eyes. Green eyes, that smile, the voice, it was my Dan. The realisation hit me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. It was just as big a shock to me as to my friends, stood either side of me. “Dan….Dan…what are you doing here?” I asked, suddenly remembering the feeling of loss when she had left all those years ago. “Dan?” said Tom, “I thought your name was Jade?”Ignoring my. We made out for a while and I could tell she was getting turned on. She was a very timid kisser. She didn't use as much tongue as most girls.I started to feel her up and she started feeling my dick thru my shorts. I asked if she wanted to go to bedroom and she of course did. We laid down, kissing some more and I took off her shirt and bra. I went to finger her and she reminded me of her period. I said I didn't care if she didn't. She said ok and we laid a towel down. She sat on it and I.