" I quickly replied "fuck what Asif thinks. You do whatever makes you happy." Farah looked at me and gave me a wicked smile like she got really turned...on by what I had said and wanted to fuck me. I looked at her and quickly said "let's go see what Asif is up to." When we got to the bar, Farah's husband was nowhere to be found. Farah looked around and found out that her husband got so drunk that he asked one of our colleagues to drop him off home. This meant more time with Farah. So we got. I was dropping like a stone through the black nothingness. I wanted to scream but my throat constricted. I snorted through my nose, once, twice…* * *I woke up with a start and a snort. I was on the floor in Jason’s lounge under the duvet and several sofa cushions. My heart was still racing and I took several deep breaths to try and calm down. It had seemed so real! The dream was so fresh, as though I had actually lived it. I was sure I could smell cum.“You okay?” Jason stood in the doorway. She snuggled up to me, putting her head on my shoulder, as I continued rubbing her back, hip and thigh. Occasionally, I reached around to squeeze her bottom. I was already hard with anticipation. She asked me to go put on the kettle for tea, which I did. When I returned to bed and got under the covers again, I rolled her onto her back and began caressing her breasts, first through her pyjamas, and then reaching under them to gently squeeze her nipples, feeling them come erect with my touch. Her. "What?" he asked hesitantly."You know what the real problem is here, and you know what needs to be done to fix it, so either fix it, or shut up." We're working on it," he confessed. "There are ... issues." Fine, but if that is leaving you feeling frustrated, that's no reason to be taking it out on Harley and me. We don't have to put this suit back on you know." That wasn't part of the deal," he said after a lengthy silence, during which I tossed the baseball up and down, trying to grab it in.