“I have something I want to talk about, but I’m not sure how to start,” she replied. I put down my pen. “You can tell me anything. What’s u...p?” She looked at me with a look of nervousness and excitement. I wasn’t sure what was about to come, but I wasn’t ready for what I was about to hear. “Well, you know that I haven’t dated anyone here, partially because all of the boys here are immature, and partially because I didn’t want you to overhear anything about me and any particular boy. I know how. “I think you were dreaming ... about me. Bobby, I could feel your dream.”“Feel it?”“I felt your hand on my side. Do you remember dreaming?”“I have lots of dreams,” he said.“Do you remember any about me?” I asked.There was too much silence between the time I finished asking the question and his reply of, “No.”I knew he was lying. But ... I also knew how difficult it would be for a boy - he was suddenly a boy again - to admit to a woman that he had dreams about her - erotic dreams, based on how. It wasn’t all bad, and I’m sure a lot of boys would have jumped at the change to change places with me. I just wasn’t that attracted to her. She was old, her breasts were saggy, her pussy huge and musky. I was more attracted to her husband, at least at that point. I had been curious about cock, he was a wonderful loving teacher. Once in her bedroom, she liked to have me strip nude so she could wash over me with her eyes, heightening her arrousal. Then she would like to run her hands over my. What happened that has got you in this condition?”Susan took a deep breath and started explaining, “Well, when he got off work, I followed him down to the residential levels. When he got to level 60, he met a man in the plaza. They started talking.”Emily interrupted, “What were they saying? was I mentioned?”Frustrated, Susan almost yelled, “I don’t know. I couldn’t get close enough to hear. But that’s not the point.”Now Emily was getting upset “Don’t keep me waiting, girl, what is the.