I awaken slowly. Light on the window suggests 6.00 am. Dreaming? I used to dream a lot in my youth. I recall the gorgeous lady passing me in the supermarket where I worked before university. Her thighs exposed in the park, bare breasts flashing in my dreams. Ten distant years ago. Ah, the pangs of youth. But the hotness and wetness of last evening, the passion, the fusion, is no dream.
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