" Well, yes, I guess I do, but believe me, you're the most perfect slut I've ever met. Never change."I could tell that she didn't know if she should l...augh or be angry. She decided to laugh, and I kissed her as a reward. This time the kiss had a special intimacy, and although we had just nearly destroyed ourselves on each other's bodies, there was still passion."Well, anyway, about the name thing?"She sighed. "I'm Rebecca Stewart. And, I already know your name. I remembered, but you don't. &hellip,..I slowly started waking up to a nice stroking on my cock. I soon realized who it was. I let her have her fun. Soon she reached inside my pajamas and took out my hard cock. No wife to speak of now, and her beautiful sexy daughter giving me a hand job. That was the tipping point. &hellip,..I rolled towards her and slowly reached up her night gown. I felt her warm pussy. She gasp as I ran my finger up and down her slit. Now her hand trembled as she kept stroking me. I could tell her. "I felt an arm and a hand come around my shoulder. "Now, Pete, if the lady says she's twenty-one, she's twenty-one." I looked up to see who had spoken. It was one of the black men from the table in the back.I looked back to the bartender. "Whatever you say, Tom," he said pushing a glass of beer in front of me. There was sweat running down his face and he looked really scared. But that was okay because so was I.Tom picked up my beer with his left hand and twirled me around and off of the bar. "To answer your questions we are in our minds. A plane of existence composted of equally your thoughts and memories and mine. As for what we are doing here I brought us here to deal with some of our mutual frustration and problem." "Yer not making much sense Monet what problems are you talking about?" I am talking about all those secret thoughts you project when you think no one is around to pick up on them. You know what I am talking about. Fantasies, immoral thoughts, and other typical.