I think she has been here at least 6 or 7 times, but never on two consecutive nights. She may have been here more often, but in the beginning I did no... really notice her. She was just one in a long line of women, who visited my dreams. And like the others, I may not really have noticed her at all. When I woke up, all I could remember about them was: Did they have small tits or big tits, hairy pussy or shaved? They all had open thighs and wet, willing slits to receive my cock without any. Lance would then tell her what he had on and that lead to great phone sex. It was two weeks after school started that Cassandra invited him over on the coming Saturday. She said it was time for something new.As usual, he left his parents house very early using the premise of going riding and headed to Cassandra's. He found her waiting at the door upon his arrival and kissed him warmly and deeply once inside the house. He returned the kiss but Cassandra stopped telling him it was time to bring. “Oh my god. I think those people are doing it.” my brain still not out of the realm of sexual thought, I gave her a quizzical look.“Look, see the car next to us. I think she is going down on him.” sure enough that was what it looked like to me as well. I could only see him but he was laid back and looked to be enjoying himself and every so often I would see the top of her head.At this point neither of us were watching the screen, instead we were both intently focused on the show in the car next. ” I stuck out my hand, “Karen Post.”He shook, took off his hat and slapped dust from his jeans.He came in ... sat down at the table ... took up his cup and made an exploratory sip. His face brightened.“What did you put in this?”“Fresh ground coffee.”“Tastes like chocolate ... sweet chocolate. Sugar?”“Just Coffee.”This is very good,” he said. “You gotta tell my wife how you make coffee.”“Driveway.”“I’m betting the ruts are so deep they cast a shadow at noon.”“Throws me all over ... any kind of.