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either less than a week old or professionally detailed every weekend. Either explanation could make sense for Mr. Duggar.
I got into the front seat, and Jimmy took the wheel. Dale and Mr. Duggar hopped into the back. We pulled away from the little trainer diner, our bellies full and the car warm. I yawned, and closed my eyes to rest them a moment.
I was back on campus. Well, kind of. I was dreaming that I was back on campus. I’d been a lucid dreamer for years, and I could recognize the signs that it was a dream. I was in the Science Lab building, but I didn’t feel like dreaming about running a composite analysis on some igneous rock samples.
Instantly I was somewhere else. Somewhere I’d never been before. I was inside the athletic complex! Rows of trophies behind glass extended down the entire length of the hallway. I heard running water coming from nearby, and I instinctually followed it.
I rounded a corner and found a large open entryway. Clouds of mist poured out of the room, and the sounds of steamy showers came from within. I stepped into the clouds of steam, and looked down at my body. My clothes were gone, replaced by a bath towel.
Through the steam clouds I heard humming, and walked towards it. Hot water ran past my feet, swirling delightfully between my toes. The steam cleared and I saw Dale standing in front of me.
His head bent forward, the shower spray was cascading down his broad back. I saw the droplets flow over his muscles. I slowed them down, enjoying the way they randomly chose to go left or right around a bulging bicep or shoulder. The water trailed further down, slinking past his waist and down to his stunning ass.
This ass was mouth watering. It had the perfect amount of width and a strong definition. I thought about what it must feel like, to run my hands across it. To squeeze it. To dig my fingernails into it. I bit my lip, needing him. A tiny voice whispered to me from somewhere that I could have him. I could take him right there. It was my dream. But I knew that would cheapen it.
Dale turned letting the water pour down his face and chest. His chin was sculpted from granite, the kind you wanted to sit on and ride all night long. His pecs were solid, his nipples small. The water ran down him the way I wanted to run my tongue down him. His abs flexed, showing off his six pack. His innie belly button was like a small island amidst the flat sea of his belly.
My eyes went further down. They wouldn’t stop. They couldn’t stop. He had that little treasure trail of hair that extended down from his belly button that drove me wild. This treasure trail led down to a trimmed nest of short hairs right above his lengthy cock. It hung thick, low and full of power. He turned briefly and I could actually see it swing! His ballsack was nestled behind his prick, two massive stones full of seed and needing to be emptied.
I didn’t need a written invitation. I dropped my towel and stepped forward, my hands reaching out to his chest, my mouth tilted up to meet his.
“Teresa. Hey Teresa!” Jimmy said, nudging me awake.
“Wha? Huh?” I said. Sputtering awake, I tried to make sense of the lack of naked man in front of me. Sighing, I yawned and looked over at Jimmy. “Yo.”
“Umm, I think we’re here,” Jimmy said, barely above a whisper. He glanced back at Mr. Duggar, who was now snoring. Dale was also asleep. “Think I should wake everyone up?”
“You woke me up to ask if we should wake everyone else up?” I said. I sensed a little more edge in my voice than I meant, but
I got into the front seat, and Jimmy took the wheel. Dale and Mr. Duggar hopped into the back. We pulled away from the little trainer diner, our bellies full and the car warm. I yawned, and closed my eyes to rest them a moment.
I was back on campus. Well, kind of. I was dreaming that I was back on campus. I’d been a lucid dreamer for years, and I could recognize the signs that it was a dream. I was in the Science Lab building, but I didn’t feel like dreaming about running a composite analysis on some igneous rock samples.
Instantly I was somewhere else. Somewhere I’d never been before. I was inside the athletic complex! Rows of trophies behind glass extended down the entire length of the hallway. I heard running water coming from nearby, and I instinctually followed it.
I rounded a corner and found a large open entryway. Clouds of mist poured out of the room, and the sounds of steamy showers came from within. I stepped into the clouds of steam, and looked down at my body. My clothes were gone, replaced by a bath towel.
Through the steam clouds I heard humming, and walked towards it. Hot water ran past my feet, swirling delightfully between my toes. The steam cleared and I saw Dale standing in front of me.
His head bent forward, the shower spray was cascading down his broad back. I saw the droplets flow over his muscles. I slowed them down, enjoying the way they randomly chose to go left or right around a bulging bicep or shoulder. The water trailed further down, slinking past his waist and down to his stunning ass.
This ass was mouth watering. It had the perfect amount of width and a strong definition. I thought about what it must feel like, to run my hands across it. To squeeze it. To dig my fingernails into it. I bit my lip, needing him. A tiny voice whispered to me from somewhere that I could have him. I could take him right there. It was my dream. But I knew that would cheapen it.
Dale turned letting the water pour down his face and chest. His chin was sculpted from granite, the kind you wanted to sit on and ride all night long. His pecs were solid, his nipples small. The water ran down him the way I wanted to run my tongue down him. His abs flexed, showing off his six pack. His innie belly button was like a small island amidst the flat sea of his belly.
My eyes went further down. They wouldn’t stop. They couldn’t stop. He had that little treasure trail of hair that extended down from his belly button that drove me wild. This treasure trail led down to a trimmed nest of short hairs right above his lengthy cock. It hung thick, low and full of power. He turned briefly and I could actually see it swing! His ballsack was nestled behind his prick, two massive stones full of seed and needing to be emptied.
I didn’t need a written invitation. I dropped my towel and stepped forward, my hands reaching out to his chest, my mouth tilted up to meet his.
“Teresa. Hey Teresa!” Jimmy said, nudging me awake.
“Wha? Huh?” I said. Sputtering awake, I tried to make sense of the lack of naked man in front of me. Sighing, I yawned and looked over at Jimmy. “Yo.”
“Umm, I think we’re here,” Jimmy said, barely above a whisper. He glanced back at Mr. Duggar, who was now snoring. Dale was also asleep. “Think I should wake everyone up?”
“You woke me up to ask if we should wake everyone else up?” I said. I sensed a little more edge in my voice than I meant, but
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