The foreign memory belonged to Danny. If it was in my head, that meant I was there as Danny, but my memory of being Carol at my slumber party was equa...lly as vivid so I must have been there also, but how could I have been a girl and a boy at the same time? I wondered if it had anything to do with the dream I had. I thought about the dream. I had been sitting in a chair with wires attached to me and Dan had been on the other side of a computer in a similar position. I remembered feeling a pulling. He took a sudden step back.“What’s that in your hand?” he said quickly.She was still holding her phone! “Just my mobile, officer,” she replied. He looked a little relieved.“I thought it was a weapon,” he said, “but I better search you anyway. Please face the car and put your hands against it. Legs apart.”She did as he asked and assumed the position that she had seen so many times on American TV series. All of a sudden she realised how vulnerable she was, with just a short dress and no. He thought he must be dreaming. Never could he have imagined this going so well so fast. She looked like every red blooded american males dream model and by the look in her eyes she was ready for whatever it was he desired at that moment in time. She couldn't take her eyes off that slow caressing hand of his, strong, large, unhurried. He continued to carefully stroke his pulsing cock as it strained at the material of his shorts. She could hardly contain the wine in the glasses as she paraded. Meredith patted her lap and said, "Why don't you sit down, Candy baby?"All three women were attractive and, though they weren't dressed up,they had made sure to be sexy. I slid tentatively onto Meredith's lapand she put an arm around me, almost as if she were the man and I thewoman. Her hands roamed, one on a thigh, the other sneaking up under mycamisole to find a nipple and toy with it. I gasped and wriggled. Sheblew in my ear and asked me if I'd like to fool around. All I could dowas.