My erection was starting to live again but I resisted the urge of a history repeat in the WC, else I’d have nothing left for later, and one has to k...eep his girl happy. Well that is how I was thinking, she wasn’t my girl really, not yet, but maybe after later! When I’d shown herewith a real man is like. Well we all have our ego’s don’t we! I was hoping, the way us guys think – so I have been told by many women, ‘below our belt and not enough above the shoulders, she’d be impressed. I reckon I. I’m calling my father after these two classes and see what he says. He’s the District Attorney for our county. He’ll know what to do. We’ll go to class and I’ll meet you in your common room after my history class.Of course, the two classes seemed endless. Geography and then history did finally end. As I was leaving my history class, I sat on a bench and called my dad. “Hi, Dad. It’s Eric. I may need you professionally.”“What’s happening, Son?”“Do you remember the two run-ins that Agnes and I. When she was wet enough he pushed his cock into her muffin. She lay there and soaked it in, his belly pressing against her spread ass brought back memories of last night when he had kissed her there. He flipped her hair off her neck and bit her gently, massaging her neck with his teeth. The sensations raced through her body. She bent one knee to let him get deeper. She arched her back pressing her ass high allowing him to have his way with her. He screwed her gently. He rolled her onto her side. And that you would be in great need of nourishment," Narvenia informed me. "Are you?" Uh, yeah. I guess..." I replied. Somehow, I couldn't get the damned dream out of my mind. I found my mind wandering away from Narvenia's question, back to the dream.In my dream, I was standing alone in a dense forest. It was cool under the tall trees, and the undergrowth was full and thick, limiting how far I could see. I had no idea where I was, or how I had gotten there.Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my.