What I dremt of.

Sweet Dreams

Last night after we (Lola and I) had dinner with Annie, as we often do, something happened.
I am always careful to sit with Lola between Annie and me, to avoid any accidental brushing of hands or footsie. I had been complaining about work and Annie stood up and started giving me a back rub, right there in front of Lola. I tried to remain neutral, Annie soon realised that I was a bit uncomfortable.
Annie said to Lola "Oh, sorry, is this okay?"
Lola said "So long as you keep your top on, its fine."
Everybody had a chuckle, Annie went back to her seat and I twisted in my chiar to hide my boner.

Then when I was leaving we both hugged, Annie, we always do, and she held me really tight and for longer than usual. Then she whispered in my ear "I hope you have sweet dreams."

All very innocent isn't it - or is it??

Annie's friend

This is what Annie's good friend Lizzy looks like. She used to be a model, but she assures us that she has tracked down and removed all of the internet photos.
However she did bring out some photos from a nude shoot she did a while ago. her husband showed them around the group at dinner very proudly.

Lizzy and Annie always behave like they know more about each other than they let on. I keep on thinking that they must have slept together once, or had a threesome with Lizzy's husband.

This is what I think Annie would look like, sitting at home, waiting for me.

Photos that look like Annie

This is whaat I imagine Annie would look like when she comes for me.
She loves vintage stuff and would love a mirror like that.
She has a simple black tattoo like that, very sexy!

Last Night

Last night Lola and I were invited to watch some movies at Annie's house. It was a fun good night. We drank, we chatted, we watched some good movies.
When we arrived Annie was wearing a shirt with a low-cut back. I made some friendly comment about how I could see her bra. A little later in the evening I could see that she had taken her bra off. Now most likely she did that because I embarrassed her that her underwear was showing, but the voice in my head told me that she was doing it for me.
She just looked fabulous. I couldn't help but imagine running my fingers over her soft skin. Over her shoulders, over her arms, along her back, along her neck. As I imagined these things I held my wife closer to me. I ran my fingers through her hair and she cooed, but I kept my eyes on Annie.
As the evening went on, we would end up sitting different places, but where ever we were, Annie would always come and sit next to me. this made me nervous, I was worried I would start stroking her arm, of playing footsie with her. Even when Lola and I were sitting next to each other on the sofa and I was against the arm, Annie came and sat on the floor my my feet!