I dreamed I had a male lover next to me in bed (I wonder what Gina would think of that?). I dreamed he was softly stroking my ass, then probing with a...gentle finger between my cheeks. Gently inserting the finger into me a little way. It was heating me up. There was a deep trembling within me as the tension built up inside. My cock was hard, rock hard. Now he was massaging slippery coldness onto my... opening... hole... asshole. I ached for him. I wanted, I needed him to fill me. Then I felt the. ” I still didn’t know what ‘fucking’ meant. It was just something I heard guys say at college.But one thing was for sure, I was liking how it felt to see my mother naked. I was looking out opportunities to see Nabha naked, at least once a day. Not out of some perverted desire, but out of curiosity.“Why does it feel so nice to see a woman without her clothes?”I heard it from the guys that if a woman keeps her pussy hair clean shaved, that means she is desperate for sex. I just wanted to know if. .your juices gushing out and flooding me...your hands gripped in my hair, holding my face desperately to you as your hips rise to meet me.Your soft cries of delight are music to my ears. I need you...now...I break free and rise above you...sliding between your smooth thighs...feeling the heat of your pussy...my cock is hard and throbbing....wanting to be inside you....wanting it so desperately."Yes!" you whisper excitedly as the head of my throbbing cock touches the swollen lips of your sex,. Damn it, he thought, realizing he hadnt done a single problem. When the bell rang at 3:05, he was already driving away from school (his brother was in ROTC and stayed for after-school activities), his foot to the floor and the radio blaring. Music had become Jess only reprieve from his life and he was retreating into it more and more, barely paying attention to anything else. Music made him feel powerful, made him feel like he had a reason to live. It seemed that the lyrics of the song on the.