Annie was one of the reasons I joined Lush. I saw her profile, read her stories and was like :O WOW. So, when she accepted my friend request, naturall...y I was delighted. The morning of my train journey, a Sunday, Annie and I had been talking and I was set a challenge: To see if I could find a quiet spot on the train and “enjoy” myself a little. Later that day I was dropped off at one station, not my home one as nothing was going through there that day. When I got on the first train, a brick on. She had to clean me. That would be anopportunity. But to my disappointment Wednesday evening came and went andnothing happened. I had to do something - she'd forgotten about me."Honey," I started. "Weren't you supposed to clean me today?" I tried tolimit my accusatory tone, but I probably didn't manage that well. Shejust looked at me, without much of an expression on her face. She satdown on a chair in the kitchen and told me to come. Not sure where shewanted me I ended up standing awkwardly in. In my fantasy, I open my eyes and the brown haired mail lady has turned into a blonde. And it's not just any blonde; it's my daughter. She always sneaks into my masturbation dreams. The DD breasts and pear shaped body have turned into C cups and an athletic shaped body. I stroke my cock a few more times before ending it. Stop masturbating to your daughters image, I think to myself. Anyway, my wife is out of town so I think I would love to run up to the local strip club and buy myself a lap. Or maybe I just missed that a lot. He carried me back into the house and all the way upstairs to the bedroom. By this time, I couldn’t even remember what I’d been mad about…I just need his touch, that’s all I can decipher in my brain. I’m surprised that I could still think by now. He laid me down on the bed gently, his body nestled on top of mine and perfectly between my parted legs. One of my hands was sliding around his back, the other was sliding through his smooth hair as we passionately.