Usually I drink only one but that evening I drank two. For once. And maybe that's why I had a strange dream. Or maybe the cause was rooted in the gree... salad I stuffed myself. If so, then the nitrates definitely can do miracles.I was sleeping meekly and soundly when I saw a lovely girl. She had a long copperblond hair, pale blue eyes and body of a model. I continued sleeping nonchalantly, pretending not to be interested.She fluttered her eyelashes and gave me a smile. I blushed in my dream and. I knew that he still wanted me and would want the child that we had created. Rose sat with her arms around me. When I finished and looked at her I saw tears in her eyes. She was crying. She gave me a sad smile. ‘I had a feeling when I picked you up at the airport that I was going to lose you. I am going to lose the best friend that I ever had.’ I held her tight and said, ‘No Rose, we aren’t going to lose each other. We have been separated before and you are going to Minneapolis soon. So this. My mind flashed back to the previous evening and what earlier had seemed like a blur was now a distinct vision of what was to become the foundation of my future. My wife Lisa revealed that through all of our married life I did not satisfy her sexually. Actually not me as a whole so much as what my wife has now openly stated as 'my small cock'. Her words were, "To be perfectly frank your small little cock just doesn't give me the type of orgasm a woman like me deserves. I'm tired of faking it. I held her tightly, afraid to let her slip. I wanted to continue to be my little girl's hero, her soft place to fall. I have to admit though that it was not as easy to hold her these days as it had been to hold her grandmother when she had been nineteen.I felt Connie's breathing change, first by the soft expulsion of each measured breathe against my neck, then I gradually became aware of the regular rise and fall of her breasts and I was reminded that my little Connie had grown into quite a.