..Mijn kledingkeus was nogal simpel: alleen een dunne witte blouse, een gordeltje waar ik mijn witte visnetnylons aan bevestigde en daarover dat zwart... korte minirokje die jij zo geil vind. Dus ook maar die zwarte hoge hakken die jij ooit op de Haagse markt voor me kocht, weet je nog? Ik was nog steeds supergeil en voelde - denkend aan jou - weer natte golven kutsap opwellen vanuit mijn buik en mijn nieuwe visnetnylons natdruppelen......Nu nog wat slimme make-up en mijn lange zwarte haar droog. Having dream sex with all these different women was fun, but I often wondered how I would compare with the real thing. After all this really was only fantasy sex and of course my partners liked it. I dreamt it that way.A couple of days passed and I saw Linda walking with Erick.She looked up at me and bit her bottom lip and yelled out, "Hi, Mr. Brown, beautiful evening tonight. It's such a dreamy night, isn't it?" I knew that was a clue for me but I wasn't biting. I didn't want her to know I. Thanks to that experience, I found that there was a point in which the ratio of mass to surface area of sweater hams became greatly disproportionate, or to put it in layman's terms, after a certain size, knockers just flatten out and sag. But these Death Stars, they looked firm enough to be implants, but they were somehow all natural! I thought Sonja had the golden Bahama mammas, perfect in size but with minimal droop, but I realized at this moment I was staring at the holy grail of all. Massive speakers are poised to let loose. The band, I use that term as loosely as possible, is warming up. It seems that some of the crowd are already warmed up and are hooting and hollering. By the looks in some of their eyes, they have had a lot of help. Just as I thought, you have to be stoned to think this group is musical.Jane is beside me; the two girls are in front. I don't think it is my imagination but both seem to take turns rubbing their sexy bottoms against my hardon. Then the.