The dream came tonight clearer than ever before and I can remember everything that happened in it. I never could do that before tonight. Meeting the a...gel of my dream did not rid me of them."After carefully wiping away his tears with the palms of his hands, he lay down on his side and tightly clasped his pillow to his chest. He moaned into the pillow as he remembered the dream."That poor boy!" His broken lament pierced the silence of the night.He was dirty, disheveled and stunk of blood, sweat. " His words fell on deaf ears as I was mesmerized by his swollen cock. He was stroking it so tenderly, probably excited from my surprise and nervousness. Craig was a splitting image of what he told me: about 5'8 and gently muscled. Late forties. Clean shaven and bald. A little hairy, but he had a gentleness to his mature figure. His penis was about six inches, but deliciously thick. "So," he began, stroking the tip. "Are you going to come over here and make me feel at home?" I was a bit timid,. Goodness! It is all so quick and unexpected; and side-splitting too. At least, there is hope that I will be having cargos and loads of semen beautifying and garnishing my womb and vagina. Vaginal sex without spermatic fluid is like eating roasted chicken without salt tipped and scattered on it. Don't you agree with me? Salt is as evenly important as spermatozoon is."Shit, baby," Stian expresses out to me, sounding like he is seriously drained and worn-out. He is not. We have not spent much time. Saturday at lunchtime I met up with James and Ashley. They never said anything so I gathered their mother hadn't let them in on her little secret. They both told me that Leanne had appeared to be very happy all that week.I was sitting in one of the booths at the back of the pub well before eight o'clock when Leanne was due to arrive. She didn't see me when she first came in, so she went to the bar and purchased a drink. As she turned around from the bar, she saw me sitting in my little.