Then I felt the warm wetness creeping over my cock. I’ve never seen her smile before. In fact, it didn’t look like Ms Christie any more. But Russell was quick and dodged out of the way. My friend Russell was shouting at me and I was shouting back. My friend Russell was shouting at me and I was shouting back. She was wearing a stretchy red top with a deep scoop neck. I tried to go back to sleep, back into that dream, for Tabatha to hold my feet and suck my cock and finish what she started. I looked down and Tabatha was sucking my cock. My friends at school talked about models and celebrities and there were plenty of girls to fantasise about, day and night. It was not until some time later that I came to realise how accurate my dreams had been. I was startled and my heart jumped. As I spied on Tabatha through the net curtains, the bulge was getting bigger, not smaller. “You see?” he said.
