She dressed in a hot, hot little tiny dress with sexy high heels and as usual a skimpy thong. When she was ready to go she looked amazing and I kisse...d her goodbye. It was 11 at night when she left.Well my imagination took over, I kept looking at the clock and estimating where she was and what she was dong at that moment. The feeling of waiting for the woman you love to come home after fucking a stranger to fulfill my fantasy is hard to describe. It wouldn't work but I know she loves me and. When he dreamed of playing center field at Yankee stadium, so did several of his buddies: again, no surprise there.But now that nature bestowed erections on Peter, his dreams got downright personal.Fortunately, Peter's dreams only broadcast to his other "dream participants", if they weren't fictional. When Peter pretended to kiss Karen, the class hottie, only Karen had the same dream, no one else.Peter began putting two and two together when Karen began showing a keen interest in him right. I hear the air before the impact. My eyes squeeze even tighter, bracing myself.“Two. Thank you Sir.”“How many days has it been?” His voice is much deeper now. It takes on a warmth. Not sentiment, pure tone, deep and delicious. If chocolate had a sound. It would be his voice.I think to myself a moment, checking my answer several times in my head before finally whimpering, “5 Sir.”“Oh. My good little girl remembers. That’s five days that you haven’t know my cock. Five days that I haven’t emptied. I figured since she is leaving anyways it wouldn't matter how she reacted. Her reaction was not the best, but could've been worse. It was a mixture of confusion, embarrassment and interest. I went on to tell her how attractive her tan skin and long dirty blonde hair was, and that she had a sexy body. She seemed to like the compliments and urged me to go on. I told her how I jerked off to her and fantasized about fucking her. We chatted about it more and more, she really wanted to know all the.