She’s a friend, a close one, but a friend.”“Nice try, but your mom said you asked her opinion on marrying a friend!”“I can’t say what I wa...t to right now because it would reveal a confidence, but I was NOT talking about Clarissa. Trust me. She and I are friends, and not friends who would marry.”“Don’t be so sure! Life has ways of throwing us curveballs.”I had managed to get myself into a situation where he was going to mention Clarissa to Mom, and that idea would take on a life of its own. I. " I was hard instantly as I listened to her and looked at this sex addict. I loved it all and her. Then she smiled and asked,"I want you to fuck me with all their cum in me... will you do that please?"I smiled and pulled my hard cock out. Without hesitation she straddled my lap and eased her stretched cunt, so full of cum, over my raging hard. She moaned and started raising up and down on it as she mumbled... "I love it... thank you darling for understanding and being so free about sex."Later. Other times, I’m with someone else who later on in the dream becomes you. One way or the other, eventually it’s just you and I, my friend. Sometimes we’re by ourselves, at your little apartment or mine. Sometimes we’re out in public, at my work or with friends or even total strangers somewhere. The one single constant, the thing that makes this fall into the category of recurring dream, is that somehow, alone or in a crowd, my head always ends up between your smooth, pale widespread legs with. When the song ended and a fast one started we stayed on the dance floor and now everyone there was getting a good look at my tits as we danced. The guys were staring and their girlfriends and wives were giving them and me nasty looks. Then when the song was over we sat back down at the table and I kept the jacket off so all could see me. I was so horny knowing the power I had over all these guys. We danced a bit more and when I had to go to the restroom, Paul asked me to take my panties off,.