It starts somewhere in the middle of a normal day. I volunteer at a modern art museum four days a week, as a roving guide of sorts - answering questio...s for people or getting them to spit out their gum into the trash or whatnot. In the dream, I'm often just wandering around bored. I'll look at my watch and decide it's time for a break. I'll head out the back door of the museum to the loading dock and look around.Across the street from the dock is a park, but it's almost like a public forest.. Damn!Next, she got out the pair of panties she had mentioned, and put it on, adjusting her dress back down. I had watched all of this and she leaned over and licked my dick clean of any remaining ‘Essence of Michael,’ as she put it.I kissed her, then pulled my boxers and pants back up.“Excuse me for a minute, Lover Man,” she said, getting out of the car for a minute.I watched this as she fixed her dress to perfection, got out a small bottle of Listerine, gargled and swallowed, and fixed her. I was not man enough to keep my wife and children with me and missed the chance to pass on his legacy to my son. My father lost out at his immortality because I could not be much of a father to my children. I guess, he will forgive me when we meet in after life, he loves me too much to stay mad at me forever. That said, I was not mad at either of you. I too loved you way too much to be mad at you forever. I am a proud man and have never begged for anything from anyone but god. I guess I was too. At first, my foggy brain thought it was Karen and I started to say her name when I realized that it was Caitlin. I moaned softly and turned towards her as my somewhat rested cock began to respond to her touch."I'm sorry," she whispered, "I couldn't sleep. I guess it's the jet lag or being in a strange bed. I thought maybe if you made me come again I could go to sleep."Still half asleep, I lay flat on my back and pulled her on top of me. I helped her get my now hard cock in position and then lay.