He had stoppedfighting me, but he didn't know how to say it, or where to go from here.I stood up, releasing him, and spoke in a quiet, firm voice. "Kn...el at my feet."He knelt and bowed his head.I pulled a ribbon out of the drawer next to me. "Look at me"He looked into my eyes, and I could see that he had no further hesitation,only a desire to live up to whatever I asked of him. I held out the bit ofribbon."Kiss it."He leaned forward and reverently placed a kiss on the pink satin ribbon. Ilooked. The humming added sensation to the total immersion.I woke up to find myself coming all over the back of Jill's nightgown. My cock was buried between her butt cheeks as it had been yesterday. My dream had been so realistic that my body believed it and acted accordingly. And somehow the end of my prick had made its way above the waistband of my shorts.My first inclination was to pretend it didn't happen and fake sleep if I couldn't achieve it for real. Maybe I could clean it up and she'd never. She drank, I didn't, she ate a lot and I tried to be good. All in all, we got on all right. I knew, though, after three margaritas, that I had to escort this girl home. I paid the bill- $35 for her, $15 for me and $5 for a tip, and droe her back to her place, four or five blocks away.I had only fucked one girl up to this point and it had taken a lot more than picking up a thirty-five dollar tab. She put a record on her stereo, one more reason to like her, and she and I started making out. Three. He worked back and forth between my erect nipples, pinching, rolling, and pulling at them, sending jolts directly between my legs.He took his hands away for a moment, I heard the sound of the container again, and then one hand returned to my breasts and the other slid back between my thighs.This time he worked his finger between the cheeks of my ass and pushed it into me there. There was that same cold slippery feeling so I assumed he was being considerate and applying a lubricant for my.