Usually this would be where I flipped her on her back, penetrated her swiftly, and within minutes in that warm, tight core of hers, with those loving ...rms and body willing me on, becoming one with mine, I would be shooting my seed like a man on a mission, having absolutely amazing orgasms. But not today. I so wanted this wonderful woman to feel that sense of having satisfied me orally as she so nearly does every time she lays her mouth on me. So as she turned to me, that look of disappointment. I thought that was it until the phone bleated an hour later. "It's Stacey, Gavin's girlfriend," said a voice husked in passion. Was she in the middle of sex? "You come to my apartment when you've finished work or I'll rat you out to the manager of that little shack."I considered telling her to fuck off. I considered telling her I didn't really like my shitty job. I considered a dozen other options, but I had to confess to myself that the coercion intrigued me. What was she up too?My hand. But I adore how the drink looks in a smart martini glass. Classic. But even more, I love what the bartenders call the overflow in the sidecar they placed next to my glass. The Dividend.“My baby is a rolling thunder My baby is a southbound train”I had slipped into a barely-there little slip dress. Taking my son, for his first time, up to San Francisco for dinner. I straightened his tie, just a tad. Gave myself one last mirror-check.Black, mid-thigh dress. Lacy, wispy, transparent, white panties. Yet, she never touched herself or even moved. She just sat rigid in the chair, watching, loudly moaning and panting, while her wetness continued to form a large puddle on the floor below. When the gnomes shot their wads, the veiled figure would finally make his grand entrance. What happened next was the same as my previous dream, complete with Gloria’s screams of delight as he slid into her… I looked over at Karen again. She was still mouthing something in her dreams, but her arms had stopped.