Her sexual fantasies usually were about two (sometimes more) strangers meeting by chance, getting hot and having sex just because they feel like it, p...rting never to meet again. The variations were by place and situation.PG also had some other peeves, but I can't recall them right now (hint, hint).The Setup:At this time we agreed to meet in real life. We thought a meeting on neutral ground during some weekend while our room-mates are gone, and why not mix it with one of her fantasies...We found. I dreamt of her tugging and biting at my nipples while I came ontomy pink silk nightdress.After a night out with 'the girls' it happened. She had noticed myrather tight white polo neck jumper and ladies jeans and had given methat look that said she could see right through my clothes to thesize 16 vest and skimpy, lacy knickers that were struggling tocontain my cock. The leather handbag I carried with me at all timeswhen my wife was away was a borderline risk ? but she knew ? she heldit and. I'm coming home and his there, in the sofa sleeping. I'm walk slowly and quietly, i put my hand in his bulge, and rub it, gently but feeling his yummy dick and balls. I pull out his trousers gently, so i can caress his dick even better. I lower my hand and give a kiss in his bulge, then i bite it a bit, not hurting him. I slide out my tongue and lick from the balls to the glans. Give licks to the head of his hard dick. I look at his sleeping face, get closer and make him out, without waking him. I began to write her and then scrapped what I had written and began again, repeating this every night for a week before I managed to get the words just right. As I finished, I realized that I was exhausted, mentally and emotionally, and for the first time in many, many months, I actually prayed that my efforts were not wasted.My dearest Caitlin,It seems like forever since I have been with you, heard your voice, held you in my arms or even seen you smile. I miss those things, and I miss you,.