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Teeth brushed, clothes aimed at the dresser and I’m asleep, dreaming about being naked on the basketball court, hoping nobody notices. The one I’m guarding (I guess it must be a girls’ team) keeps bumping me. Her team wears silly nightcaps.But then I wake up and what’s going on?I’m still on the court, but also in my bed. But it’s not my gym shorts that are slipping down; it’s my sheet. I crack an eye enough to tell that my door’s ajar, the hall light silhouetting Andrea’s nightcap beside my bed.Holy shit! Better shut my eyes and act asleep.A hard-on’s not something that you can just will away, especially coming out of a dream about naked basketball.First it’s my sheet getting pulled down. Then it’s her hand on my pajama bottoms. Then it’s what had been back and forth, now more up and down, her so close that the top of her nightcap bounces me, once per stroke.Keep your eyes closed, I repeat to myself. You’re asleep.I raise my hips and shoot.A kiss to my lips and she’s gone, her in her. But it most emphatically could. I knew that only too well, and all because of one tiny decision I made on the spur of the moment. All because thirteen months ago, I did not move Tony’s wandering hands away from my bottom that amazing day it all started. Was it really that simple? Could the tumultuous events of the last year really have been precipitated by such an apparently trivial decision?Was this chaos theory in action? It had certainly created chaos in my life.In the darkness of the nursery, with Leanne’s mouth suckling at my breast and my body so electrified by the circuit of sensations from my nipples to my clitoris that I was constantly on the verge of spontaneous climax, it was impossible to think of anything else.And now, despite all that had happened, the man who had started it all wanted me to come back to him again. Wanted to stick that same monstrous cock into my capacious vagina once again. Wanted to fuck me senseless again and again.This time there would be no strings..
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Wesley lived like a bachelor through and through. There was cereal in the pantry, and he kept his clothes in the laundry basket. At least this time he’d bothered to bring the basket upstairs, rather than leaving it down in the laundry room, like he normally did. Not half an hour later, Wesley seemed semi awake as he wandered over toward the barn. The fact was he was still half asleep, but that’s the way life was. Chores always came first. Lance wandered into the barn from the opposing open doorway, a styrofoam cup of coffee in his hand, and a huge yawn on his face. Stretching upwards, he scratched at his face and yawned again, the sound echoing through the barn before he caught sight of Wesley coming in. Then suddenly he seemed to be wide awake as his eyes lit up and he yelled out, ‘So … how’d it go last night?’ Wesley half looked up at his friend and just grunted in response. Last night would be difficult to explain. He rubbed his eyes then scratched the stubble on his chin. He knew.

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