It was so real for me. When you are asleep, you are at the mercy of whatever runs through your head. But if I'm awake, I can make conscious suggestion.... If I can guide your dreams, there's no telling what we could do together!" I'm too groggy to appreciate this right now. Let me wake up some more and haul myself into the shower and I'll be able to think. Come on over." Uh, Sam? I am over. I never left. I slept with Mrs... I mean, I slept with Bambi last night. She's great. We had a lot of fun.. The black man kneeling; roughly pushed her over and rolled her onto her back and was telling her he was going to eat that sweet indian pussy. He was right because my wife’s pussy was beautiful and sweet. Her pussy lips were full and meaty and her labia minora extended about an inch from her body. My wife always had camel toes in her panties and jeans because he pussy lips were so large. Her pubic hair was short and trimmed into a nice long strip that stopped at her clit. The black man that was. "Don?t pull it out!" I begged as I could feel the glans reachmy sphincter. She stopped and started another agonizingly slow pushforward. With relief, I inhaled deeply on the poppers as she continuedto push forward. When she reached the limit, she started the slowretreat. My body tried to hold onto her cock as she retreated. Ithought she was going to pull it out, when she finally started slowlyin again. In. In. In. Out. Out. Out. Inhale poppers. Inhale poppers.Exhale. In. In. In. Out. Out. Out.. " What about the slow songs?"I was gathering up my cosmetics and hair tools, "Oh, yeah! We did those, too. He whispered all kinds of nice things to me while we danced. I wasn't accustomed to being treated like a lady. It has, unfortunately, been a while." Did you sleep at his place?"I had about finished getting myself together and my bag packed. Realizing that I was trapped, "I did, yes." Where the hell are you going, now?" First, I'm going to his house. Then, we're going to do something.