The man looked up at Tom and began to cry harder.Ally restrained her smile. "No, that won't be necessary." His name is Francis Butler, forty-six," rep...orted Tom, pointing to the man on his knees. "The stiff's name is Wayne Martini, thirty-six."Ally turned to the sobbing man. "How long have you had the teens?" I... I want a lawyer," Francis replied in between sobs. "He's downstairs with my guests."Steve laughed. "If he's downstairs, then I don't think he'll have time to worry about you."Francis. It seemed that whenever I thought it was gone for good, it returned. And over time it continued to change.One big change was the night I was in the dream for the first time. I was lying, naked on a sandy beach. She was standing over me, watching. My dick was visible and I could see it was hard and ready. But the lady made no move toward me and it seemed I could not move or speak. As always the dream was short and that was all I saw. I continued to awaken with a pounding erection after each. ” I obediently comply and flick my tongue back and forth, up and down, in circles – whatever would make her moan and cum. She arches her back and rubs her nipples as I bury my face into her pussy, going for another round sucking on her now swollen lips.“Oh God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop,” she moans now, slowly moving her hips back and forth as I hold onto the top of her ass. Her breathing quickens in pace as she tenses up, her toes curling, and I feel a flood of her juices spill out of her vagina. He felt the butterflies in his stomach doing somersaults as he grabbed his jacket and made his way downstairs, the restaurant was not far away it was a cool autumn evening and a nice walk down to there. Rounding the corner he saw the restaurant and walking in spotted her at the table looking round. He smiled and waved as he walked over to her, trying not to trip over his own feet or something equally foolish. She stood up and greeted him with a hug, which he returned, enjoying the momentary.