"Hey big guy, I am so glad you rescued me, want some candy for a reward?" I said in my best southern accent as I lifted the front of my dress showing ...my panties. The man knelt down and pulled my panties down and started to eat me out. I love being ate out and was still thinking this was my husband and very quickly wanted him to make love to me as I was enjoying this. I felt we were being so naughty doing this in the office and also wearing costumes. I was nearing an orgasim so I pulled his. I can't remember what sex I am in this part of the dream, but when I look in the mirror, the one that lets me see what's going on in the car, I see Janelle. I sort of wonder why she didn't say hello, but then I see that there's this guy with her, a real Denzel-looking sunofabitch, and they're flirting and laughing."Then Janelle and I are in a lawyer's office, signing some sort of papers. I think we're getting divorced."And then I'm at a funeral. I must be a woman now, because I'm having trouble. ”She giggled again and said, “I knew you’d like hearing that. Are you playing with yourself yet? I assume you’re hard?”“Of course I am! I’m more than ready to masturbate again with you, this time on the phone. I was thinking we could try coming at the same time?”“I love that idea,” she replied. “But I want to go a little slow. First tell me a sexual secret that no one else knows. Something you’ve done, something you want to do that isn’t typical, someone you want to do something. I stalled in the entrance to the master bedroom and was at once appalled and unable to look away from the sight that greeted me. My wife lay on her back across the width of the bed, naked and her long brown legs spread as wide as you can imagine. Her hair laid out on the white bedclothes behind her, her pert tits rippling with the force she was being fucked with. There between her legs was Steve Arlen. a very close friend of ours, more like my Eddie Haskell. His well-shaped, muscular hairy.