So remember i was saying that in part 2 I would talk about my fantasy....well to my luck it came through :).On a cold winter Sunday, coming from a bus...ness meeting i made my way onto the Tram from Roosevelt island to Manhattan, trying to find my way to the A Train to get to 181st in Washington heights. Being new to New York i had a difficult time finding the A/C Train which i eventually found, which is at Columbus Circle.Reaching to my friends house, lets call her Nancy (which isn't here real. She began saving all her designs and unfinished work, putting her files away and clearing the clutter on her desk. Once she was done, she picked up her handbag and made her way onto the street to begin her short walk home. It had been a tiring day, in more ways than one. First, she had had a new project dumped on her, to add to it, she had covered for a colleague of hers who was away on vacation. Then, when the work began thinning a little, she had been called to the CEO, Chris Quentin’s,. I looked round at Matt. Far from minding, he was relishing his new role as voyeur. He too had undressed and was fingering his own cock, stroking his balls, indicating to me that I should stroke Rodney's in the same way. Matt was miming a lesson in male masturbation. Maybe they were things he'd wanted me to do to him but had never dared ask. Well, I knew now, and, boy, would he benefit? My fingers around Rodney's dick and balls followed Matt's instructions, ministering to the penis and balls,. Com)"Mister Davis, I assure that it's perfectly normal to have erotic dreams. In fact, if you've never had an erotic dream, you wouldn't be normal at all." Doctor Brantley, you weren't listening to me. I said that I've had the same damn dream every night for the last three months. And nothing about it, is the least exotic to me. It scares the shit out of me when I wake up and the memory is so .. vivid, so fresh in my mind that I remember every detail as if it actually happened to me. I.