A sexy half-open white shirt with pink stripes and short black skirt with cutouts. I instantly started checking her. She held my ears and pulled me in...saying naughty boy control your feelings.She had quite a good house. She offered me some wine but I don’t drink nor smoke. So she was a little impressed by that. She gave me a Coke and I drank it. She then said to me to get up. She put both hands up and asked me to choose a hand. I asked what does each hand stand for.She said one for bedroom with. “Open your legs,” he asks and as soon as you are lying he moves to kneel between your outstretched legs. Once in position, he drops back on his haunches so he is at the right height. “Lift your legs up and rest them on my waits,” he instructs and you oblige.He now takes hold of his cock at the base with his right hand, pushes the head down in line with your pussy and with a quick thrust of the hips, slides 3 or 4 inches of cock into you now slimy hole.He now starts to fuck you again, each time. ”“I also fantasized about that.”He caresses her thigh.She playfully slaps his hand. “You’ve had enough. Why don’t you go to the gym?”“I was going to cut grass.”“You need to work out and burn some of this excess energy. The grass isn’t going anywhere. It’ll still be here when you get back.”He grabs his bag and heads for the gym. Sunday morning is the best time. He practically has the gym to himself. He gets his heart rate up and a sweat going with ten minutes on the stationary. He begins his. A hallucination or adream, there was no other way to explain it.Still, everything about it felt perfectly, frighteningly real to me.Just like before, I had been torn away from a normal life in the futurewithout warning of any kind, and now it was nothing more than ahypothetical idea, something that had no actual substance. All mysenses were telling me that I was unarguably standing in front of thesink in the upstairs bathroom of our house, inhabiting the Buffy bodyonce more and clad in Kate's.