When I was awake she swung herself over me to mount me and I twisted away."Leave me alone Marty, I don't want sloppy seconds."She froze and for severa... seconds she didn't move and then, without a word, she got off the bed and left the room and I rolled over and went back to sleep. She wasn't in bed with me when I got up in the morning and she wasn't on the couch. I looked around for her and saw that she was out on the patio sipping coffee. I poured myself a cup and headed for my den to try and. Looking back on my first wet dream the vision of a naked woman with a penis was puzzling.In later dreams, I remembered my penis touching a blanket; another time it was a hand. I was not sure whose hand, just a hand from nowhere. Another time I dreamed I was in the shower and when the water touched my penis. Each time I woke with this creamy gooey wetness between my legs. These dreams did not happen every night but several nights a week. One dream had me standing next to my teacher was wearing. Twenty three men walked through the door, all in suits as nice or nicer than Tyler's. Mr. Livinston guided both of them onto the couch, laying on their backs, their heads both dangling off the end. "I reckon, there's a couple aspects that we'll need to assess, first and foremost facefucking." His deep voice boomed.Anna drifted into the memory, how it felt to be smothered by man after man after man. All chiseled, girthy individuals with cocks to match. She watched her makeup run down her face,. Her right hand was massaging my cock and balls as she slipped into a near coma like state. The wetness had left a prety good mark on her bedspread. Through her gritted teeth, she urged me to fuck her doggie style, as the song, "Mama Told Me Not To Come ," slipped from the shadows and into my mind, and through the speakers. Her gasping gash gave up its liquid gold again, as my swollen pecker entered her love domain. This woman was one of the horniest women I have ever fucked. My balls were.