I dreamed about my dad again last night. He took me suit and car shopping said I needed them both. Haven’t a clue why he said I needed them, but I went along with it. It was nice to be spoiled. He left mid dream though, as I realized he was in fact dead. So there wasn’t much going on after that in the dream. I wish I could figure out what’s going on with those kinds of dreams. I guess it’s whatever , but I really want to know what that whatever is meant to be. Is it a warning? A sign? I don’t know. It’s something, that’s for sure. I hope it’s nothing bad, because I don’t think I could handle or deal with that right now. I don’t want to deal with such a thought process. That would suck, and I’m already thinking about it. GAH!
Looking at her with lust was never an easy part of life her tits were amazing thought but there was so much strife Straddling her on the bed her knees otherwise engaged enveloped my member hard with all that soft gentle rage She bit my shoulder hard I squeezed her juicy tits waiting to explode all over her lovely face