Though he was norocket scientist he realized that there would have to be some kind ofreserve tank for all this "fuel", in which case he would probably... be allone big sloshy bladder that was too heavy to become airborn, if this werereality, but it clearly wasn't. Was it? In these lucid half-dreams thepee just came. Maybe there was some whole other dimension or universethat was just full of his urine that he was linked to by atransdimensional wormhole in his weenie.He flew over his neighborhood,. I felt the bra strap and unhooked it from the top. She was enjoying the touch and moaning lightly.I then just raised her kurta a little and was feeling her panty above her black leggings. In between, I was kissing her tummy along the border of her panty. She was in a different world and was playing with my hair.Now I started kissing her thighs over her leggings along the panty borders. I noticed a wet patch over her leggings. I kept my hand over it and looked into her eyes. She was smiling. This time with Nigel, I let him know that I would be away and to feel free to see if Monica was up to having sex with him without having me around and I wasn't to tell her that he would try to sweet talk her into getting into her panties, while I was away. What took place was, I think, a cross between not only cuckolding me but a bit of rubbing my face in the sand so to speak. No surprises Nigel promptly rang Monica to see if it was OK for him to visit. Both James and Nigel didn't bother us too. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense.