I pulled the door open the rest of the way and climbed in. He said “All I ask is we don’t touch. I just like jacking off where I might be caught,...by a good looking woman like you. That’s what excites me. If you want to you can masturbate as well.” He took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. It didn’t seem like I could help myself, my hand went up my shirt and started rubbing my breast and nipples. My other hand went under my skirt and into the side of my panties. This was hot and. I need your lips on my lips, your pennies in my pussy, and your bites for my body. While she was saying these I was very happy as she too loves me and wants me. Then I said I want you to dress beautifully, tie the sari below your navel and should show the side view of your breasts when you are with me. I asked her to come to my apartment when Rahul sleeps and I will be waiting for you. She said ok sweetheart and asked me to call her by name. I said ok and I hate to call you aunty. So I never. You must confess. You are Satan posing as a dream cop. I have heard about how you report these terrorist dreams to the FBI.’ I was eighteen and thought I was sophisticated but I couldn’t handle her. It was not like I had been writing a diary for a million years. How could I be eighteen? I must be twenty-five. I was born in 1965. It is is now 1992, and in October I will be 26. I started counting backward in my dream. When I hit the ground my breasts flopped out of my tee shirt. I felt as if I. Of course, that was the last time I played poker. The room erupted. Everyone began yelling and laughing at Mark. Some one asked him if he was going to be busy Friday night because they wanted to take HER to dinner. There was at least one marriage proposal and several offers to show Mark what it?s like to be a real woman. In all of the commotion, Mary Beth picked up her winnings and left. She was gone before anyone except Mark noticed. He was looking for his wallet. She had taken it when she had.