Johnny runs up and smiles as he always does. Karen asks how he doing,hows school,family all the small talk to let him see her legs and tits. "Fill it...up,please" he turns and starts pumping the gas.My wife looks at him in the mirror and asks,"would you wash the windshield please? As he starts My wife waits until hes reaching toward the middle of the windshield when she opens her legs to expose her wet blonde pussy.She leans to the back seat to pretend to get something so Johnny can look up. He still had twenty minutes before his train was due, so he could relax for a while. He sat down on one of the benches and closed his eyes. Seemingly unbidden, memories of a vivid dream that he’d had the previous night arose. He smiled faintly as the tantalizing images took over. He was in a bedroom, naked, sitting on the bed. He poured himself a glass of wine from a bottle on the bedside table. He was waiting for someone, but he did not know who. As he was taking his first sip of the wine,. Tristan: Calm down, will you?Morgana: You know the rules. No endangering mission security!Tristan: Well, let’s put it this way. If you could come up with a better way to convince a semi-innocent woman that she was about to face mortal danger than interrupting a good dream, I’d like to hear it. Oh, and let’s remember, the time pressure of an incoming attack.Morgana: I hate to be ghoulish and all, but could you have just not warned her? With everything else going to hell around us... Tristan:. But as she looked at the rafters and felt the heat layer itself over her, she felt even antsier ... as if she needed something to take the edge off.Dustin came to mind quickly as she knew he would ... she imagined him standing before her, casually removing his shirt ... ah yes ... she knew from experience that his chest was finely muscled and tanned with sprinkles of hair and a scar from a run in with barbed wire on one of his pectoral muscles. His chest tapered to abs hardened by hard work and.