A few times he haltingly tried to date women. Heeven had a girlfriend for a while, though the relationship never wentvery far. "The only real ongoing... relationship I have is with myfantasy woman."He satisfied himself as best he could through masturbation. "It'sbetter than nothing, besides I can be any woman I want to be inside myhead for a few minutes, even if it's not a physical reality."He recognized that the term Cross-Dreamer applied to him. There wasalso a fancy name for this condition:. I licked my cum up just as Tish would want me to do went upstairs and cleaned up and changed. I was sitting on the couch absentmindedly watch some show just trying to keep my mind on other things. It wasn’t working at all I went for semi erect to hard to semi erect back and forth as mu mind drifted in and out of the fantasy. It was driving me crazy did she didn’t she fuck him or was it just a hand job.Forty five minutes later Tish pulled up Her hair was disheveled and her clothes normally well. Her tongue flicked out and met mine. Her pussy clamped on my fingers when the thunder roared nearby. She wanted it, needed it as much as I did. She shivered and sobbed.“Relax; you’re safe here. I’ll protect you.” My upright cock was now trapped between us and was rubbing against her soft belly, probing and seeping, seeking a home, needing friction, thick gristle with a helmet-shaped head and oozing pre-ejaculate. She leaned back and it stroked her slot and rubbed her clit. She gasped and clawed. Allison was beautiful, and he’d done a fine job of capturing her beauty, as well as her sensuality. Then again, he’d intentionally dressed her in a very sensual manner. When she got to what I think was the fifth photo in her stack, I stopped her. “Holy cow! Jeez Alli, that’s pretty daring!” “Mmm, it’s one of my favorites.” The one she described as one of her favorites was a shot of her from the rear, although she was twisted at her hips so that the side of her upper torso was visible, and her.