It was like my whole being was trying to flow out of my face into her. I'd been a bit high when we started, but now I felt like I was shrooming or som...ething -- very disassociated. When she finally moaned 'Please, now', it wasn't like other times 'That's enough, put it in me.' And when I entered her, it wasn't the least bit exciting. Rather it felt like a persistent itch that had been scratched perfectly. Her legs around me were a perfect hug as our mouths melted together and we breathed each. Itcan't be seen like this. Can't let someone in and see it. Shouldit get dressed. SHIT!"Get the fucking door you piece of shit. NOW!!!!!!!!!"Pig made its way to the door, its bare feet slapping against thehard wood floor in the foyer. It opened the door and tried tohide itself to the side. A young man almost the same age aspig stood in the entrance. He was wearing sneakers, washedout levis, black t-shirt, and a baseball cap turned backwards onhis head."Greg is this the faggot you were. "I think you should get down on your knees," I say. You slowly kneel down on the soft carpet beneath you. "I need to take off these cloths" I say. You ask, "Do you want me to....." "No!" I snap back "Leave your dress on.....and the blindfold."I walk up close to your face with my cock inches from your lips. "Show me how you make my cock hard" I say as I rub the tip against your bottom lip. You open your mouth wide and take the entire soft cock into your mouth. It doesn't take long for it to. It was weird, but I’d never forgotten that I was in a dream, so I didn’t get hung up on it.“The defendant is also charged with the rape of one Natalie Walsh,” he intoned. He gave the details of the offense, including the date and time. He then turned to the screen.It showed Harold in a nightclub. He was sitting with his back to the bar, surveying the room. I had seen the look on his face before. It was the same look he had had at the party. I had described it to Gerald as a fat man at a feast.