. But the truth is – I saw your show – and it turned me on ... And I thought, ‘I’m not getting any younger’, so I applied ... I don’t miss...out on anything that might be fun!”“And that’s all there is to it?” Checks Dennis.“Yeah...” She nods with a big smile, before adding, “Can I fuck your doggy now?”Dennis laughs. “Well, can’t fault you for being honest ... No second thoughts?”Maria shakes her head. “None at all. Life’s too short for second thoughts. I can’t wait to get started ... He’s. Usually after the sci-fi meeting we’d go to some unlucky restaurant making too much noise - geeks in a crowd will tend to do that, and I’d give somebody a ride home.“Hm. Well, next time, call,” my wife said.Whatever, bitch. I finished drinking some juice. “Sorry, hon. I gotta go.”A week later, and it was another sci-fi meeting. Jennifer was happy to see me. I had let her know in a phone conversation that we weren’t boyfriend/girlfriend, which she agreed to, stating she didn’t want to get “tied. 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 know. That would require me to get my arm out from under her and move away from her back to get a rag or some Kleenex or. We spent about three hours dancing and Stan said it was time to go. My thoughts were that it was getting time to cum.Stan lives alone so I was surprised to see another car in the driveway. Not knowing whose car it was nor why they would be there puzzled me. I hoped that nothing happened that would cause Stan to have to leave. We enterred the house to find Ken sitting on the couch, three glasses of wine on the table in front of him. I knew Ken as he had worked with Stan many times. In fact had.