" Who are you?" you ask, "How do you know my name? And where am I?" To answer your questions," the man replies, "I go by many names, but you can call ...me Mr. Light. I have been watching you for a long time. And technically, you are still asleep in your bed. What you are seeing here is a little corner of your subconscious I am borrowing for the moment so I can talk to you face to face." So... I'm dreaming right now?" you ask."Oh I assure you Dylan, this is very much real," he replies, "Of course,. She’s not mad at you; she’s mad at me. Just be up front with her. Hell, she knows it all pretty much anyway; I mean she saw us. So, if she asks you any questions, just tell it like it is, was, whatever. If you try to minimize it or exaggerate or anything, she’ll know then we’ll both be in hot water. “God, I don’t even know what I’m talking about. Anyway, just cooperate with her. Then, well then, maybe we can put this behind us and get on with the business of getting on. Okay?” he said. “Okay,. So just stayed there as Bill moved off the bed and around behind me. He immediately started having a good grope. I backed up to him so I was now kneeling on the edge of the bed, spread my knees apart and let him enjoy this particular view. He was slapping his hard cock against my arse cheeks and pushing up against my hole. "Bill, you know you got to wear a condom" I warned him. "I know, I'm just loving it that's all" and then I could hear the rustling of his condom wrapper.I rested my head down. She had a beautiful pair on her, and for years, I couldn’t stop thinking about them or staring at them. Everytime I saw her, I would instantly get a huge erection, and my penis would bulge against my pants. I would glare at her breasts as they pushed against her blouse or low-cut top, and drool at the very sight of her fat, juicy, heavy cleavage. She would always wear really tight tops, and her breasts would shape through perfectly, you could even see her nipples as I don’t think she hardly.