" She looked at Renée. "Do you feel like the attention you receive is divided up too much?"For her to ask Renée such a personal question almost upse...t me. It was one thing to embarrass me, but I would not stand for Renée to have to put up with such.However, Renée felt the sudden change in my mood and squeezed my hand. "Ral is quite modest when it comes to the attention he gives. I can attest that what I receive is better than anything I ever got when I was dating before we met."There were so. I sat a couple stairs down from her to get a good vantage point. Once again, I started to lick. This time, I started at her ankle, making small circles in the part just below where it dips in, and went up. Up her calf, my hand just above my head, leading the way, slowly caressing as I kissed her legs. I spent a long time, sucking her inner thighs, licking from one end to another. I passed her pussy, going up her pelvis to her stomach. I kissed her belly button on my my way to those huge. She is just some poor white trailer trash slut, but she is one of the few sluts that can take all of my cock. Not to mention, she is built like a brick house. Looks a lot like Peyton Thomas the porn star but not as thick in the middle. She is about five feet tall with huge 44H udders and 48-inch ass. She was built to service my 12-inch black cock, and she loves to do it every chance I will let her, and I do love to let her.“Then put it back in your mouth and suck it like a good, little, piggy. I was still in my single-bedroom apartment, but something felt different, as if I was looking at everything from a third-person point of view. That was when I realized I must still be asleep, I passed the finger of one ghostly hand through the palm of another, verifying my hypothesis. I looked at my sleeping self and wondered what I should do now, since I was aware I was dreaming and could conjure up anything I wanted will relative ease. I thought back to my visit to the dep and instantly I was.