In correctionChapter 19
There was no way I could even begin telling her what I dreamt. From where both of her lips had been to the temperature inside my dick, nothing I could say would make any of it sound right. I agreed that it was and left it at that and she pointed the way to the bathroom. With papers in hand, I headed there and felt the burning sensation she was talking about. ‘Medicine or thermometer?‘ I asked myself, letting the stream flow to the toilet. But I felt better after using the restroom and washed...