This time she left no doubt...she wanted me. What else could her intentions be---to recite a dream like that in front of her own husband, and everyone else at my wedding reception? And to put it in terms like that..."I dreamed we were fucking each others' brains out and we were loving every minute of it." If that's not a statement of intention, then what is?
And by the time the words were out of her mouth, my mind was already there...her, in her usual ass-hugging, high-riding, terry cloth shorts, giving full expression to those shapely, olive-colored legs as they carried her hourglass figure up the stairs, with me in tow like an obedient, drooling heel-hound; cock hard as a rock, like a dog's red rocket, ready to launch. Only mine was probably purple, it was throbbing so bad from my intense desire for this goofy, teasing, brown-eyed, brunette tart.
We got to her room and she turned around and kissed me deeply with her fingers running through my hair. I put my arms around her and squeezed tightly, pressing my hardness against her. We spontaneously started to grind our pelvises together as I reached down and squeezed her firm, round ass; our tongues break-dancing in our mouths without loosing a beat.