I had a dream that I wanted to share. In it I cum when I am being pounded by a strap on while I suck on her man.I come to the hotel door dressed in my... old sleeveless cheerleader outfit. It is a little too small now as I have put on a few pounds. The bare bottom of my feet feel the carpet. I am carrying cute little pom poms. My hair is tied with in pig tails with red ribbons. In front of the door I stand there waiting obediently.The door opens. She is dressed in long black leather boots and. ..Bambie!" she growled.At this humiliating fate Batman rallied and began to fight against thebonds, using every last drop of his fading strength."That's better Batman, there is the fighter, the arrogant male.....but allfighting does is make you more susceptible.........goodbye batman."Laughing she nodded her head one final time.Batman's felt the shaft in his throat swell and braced himself for morehot sticky seed, however instead it started to slither from his throat. Itpulled out until only. I felt like we two were drifting alone in the universe. Away from the worlds, towards each other.Her hand slowly went back to her side and at that moment she closed her eyes. It was some kind of trigger. Next thing I remember was my lips pressed into hers.My left hand buried in her hair and right hand slowly wrapping her waist and drawing her closer. She was responding as well. Things got really intense. I don’t remember for how long we smooched each other. I was only getting wilder each time I. It was during our porch-sitting times and it happened on separate evenings. The first was a black student by the name of Sharon Sowell. Both of us were attracted to the almost imperial way she walked. I was the one who called out “Hello.” She stopped. Her smile held a world of happiness and long conversation ensued. I couldn’t get the feeling out of my mind that she was the representation of Chantelle Saunders. We quickly became friendly, invited her to dinner once and became friends. Along the.