My wife, almost skipping, pulls me along like an excited girl released from her parents' bonds.A dark side street woos us with party sounds and more c...owds of stylish young people. The perfume of a passing goddess adds energy to my steps. A velvet rope holds back a crowd of anxious patrons, but not my wife. She is not familiar with waiting to enter a club, and tonight is no exception. I notice a few irritated expressions, but also some of jealous admiration. Her raw nerve and beauty seem to. I feel you tense and begin to pulse as well. I feel itthrough your silken inner wall. I slowly pump in and out of you, untilI soften and plop out. I hold you about the waist. Your held is restingon your arms, our breathing so rapid as our chests rise and fall. "Youknow you're mine Clair....filled and mine," I whisper to you."That was mmmm Clair, but we've made quite the mess. Go over to the barand get some napkins," I tell you. You ask for your panties. "Whateverfor Clair? Just get the. They watched a drama. It was not projected upon a screen but into a virtual screen in their minds. The same device had been used by the other classes and castes to show data. I too could see the images.The images, dialogue and plot were geared for a human or somebody with a lower intelligence. It was not a children's show because of the sex, violence and adult themes. The dreams all had different castes. I saw that size, strength, aggressiveness and intelligence was different in each group.. We finally arrived back at my place. When I got out of his vehicle I wasn't too embarrassed because it was early in the morning and very dark, so nobody could see me. We got inside and we both went upstairs to my bedroom. He began taking his clothing off, and I wasn't sure what was going on.Clark said, "Go get cleaned up and get to bed, we have a big day tomorrow."As I was showering and cleaning all the cum off of my body I couldn't stop wondering what he meant by a big day tomorrow. I left the.