But I know it’s you somehow. I’m kind of watching whats happening between us in the third person. But I can feel the sensations of you touching me... and kissing me. Which is exactly what you are doing to me in the dream. You have backed me up against the wall and started to kiss me. I can feel your lips on mine and my heart begins to race. Your hands are sliding up between my thighs. I can both see and feel your hand slide under my skirt and your fingertips trace over my black lace panties. Your. Can't have no fun worrying about my financial needs...' Seeing that we were at a stand still I inquired '...how much are we talking about, and are you gonna work hard to secure it...' Ron smiled and said '...you want be disappointed not at all, anyone can tell you that I work hard for my money...' The traffic light stopped us and I asked '...you haven';t said how much you need to make up for your lost wages, now remember I did not cause you to lose any money...' '...I know...' Ron replied. “There will certainly be a lot of time-consuming legal maneuvering before that happens,” I added.The EU had gone into a frenzy after we left Portugal.I wondered why I had heard nothing about this from the White House. They were either busy doing behind the scenes damage control or just letting Europe vent steam until they simply ran out of it.Either way the international lawyers were going to be busy Monday.“On today’s news shows Senators and Representatives from both sides are demanding. He wanted in, he wanted in now. Hejerked Eric back, knocking him against the door and rammed his cock intothe hot throat with Jason's. He pounded hard into the hot wet confines ofthe soft lips, pressing tongue and welcoming throat."What the fuck man," Eric shouted trying to pull Phillip back to find hisway back in the hot mouth. "Wait you turn you ass hole."Phillip would not, could not stop, he fucked like a madman, like ateenager, no control, only lust.Eric pushed his cock between the two guys.