Maybe, Playboy I teased, it does have excellent articles. He blushed and said that would be great. I put my hand on his and smiled and said I’d see ...hat I could do. Then I left.The next day, or the next repetition of the same day at least, I returned. The conversation repeated itself. He told me about training to be a pilot but failed a test and became a mechanic instead. He spent a lot of time just moving stuff on and off planes. At 2:16 the nurse came in on schedule. The meal repeated itself.. We didn’t even sleep with each other again but he did do something that changed my life, and for the better. Unbelievably, the thing that turned my world around was a single line of text he posted on WhatsApp a couple of days later. ‘The iPhone’s great Mike. Better luck next time! Btw I’m only screwing fat girls in future. They try so much harder, feel so much tighter and last all night long!’ Of course it was a joke, but there was a real if twisted compliment in those few words. There could. I am warning you though. I will push both of you until you fail! And I grade on a hard curve so you better give me your best work." I then smiled at them both!"Sheeit! Mrs J, whatever you say!" Marcus said. His cock was now catching up to Tyrone's both in size and length.Tyrone stepped closer and said, “I think I am going to score real high for you Mrs. J” And with that reached down and took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. Just touching him sent shivers down my spine! My fingers barely. Pure, delicious protein as Mother Nature intended it.I then curled up to sleep on his giant furry freshly drained balls with my arms & legs wrapped around his limp dick like a body pillow. I was now his human whore...I woke up!I was breathless, panting, sweating and my heart was racing! I'm always having filthy sex dreams but I'd never had one like this before. My arms & legs were tightly wrapped around my real-life body pillow which was soaking wet with my love-juice. I was so horny I couldn't.