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
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