Thirty six hours that at the time seemed both a fleeting moment and an eternity. The dream had been so vivid the memory even now is still crystal clea...r, yet dreams are supposed to be transitory, vague and ethereal. Those eyes, those emerald pools of promise, seeing her, right there in the street, walking towards me, the shock leaving me rigid, only my eyes moving, following her. Now the dream made sense, now I knew she existed, right here, right now, the personification of my dream-like. With tears and trembling hands she looked at the photo of a much younger Kate with her brother Peter sitting on Santa’s lap, flanked by her smiling parents. How did Dmitri find this?She recalled one time telling Dmitri that each year she and Peter sat on Santa’s lap at the Marshall Field’s department store in downtown Chicago. One year the whole family got in the photo. She vividly recalled that moment. She must have been about ten. Somehow Dmitri must have tracked down the photographer. She. Solid grey suit, with a plain white shirt and a plain grey tie. Everything about this mans appearance screams "I gave up trying to look good in university"."Tell me, what were you thinking about just then?" his nasal voice asked, pretending to be interested."Oh, nothing." your half-assed reply"Luke..." Ok fine, I was thinking about breaking someones neck to steal their car, speeding down to California to have a shoot-out with the police after breaking in to Taylor Swift's mansion to show her. This continued for probably another five minutes when Jake grunted and pulled his cock out of her cunt and shot his load all over her body. His cum covered her stomach, tits, face, and even her hair. I have never seen that much cum come out of a guy yet. Holy fuck my wife was completely covered, her pussy dripping out her own cum and flowing into that vase that was still there. Tamara was trying to catch her breath as Jake stepped away saying. “You are amazing you fuckin Slut. I love It.”Tamara.