I didn’t know whether to be afraid or just go with the damned dream. I glanced down at my Fitbit. It showed October 25, 1987. I did just a bit of mental gymnastics, in my sleep obviously, and deduced that was the year Dani had been a senior in high school. I’d graduated in May of ’87.But this was the most unbelievably real dream I’d ever had! It was a chilly evening and I was cold. Wouldn’t that normally wake a guy up? Then I remembered that that day had been unseasonably warm, in the sixties. I was almost looking forward to spending some time alone in the house. My daughter and son, Danielle and Isaac, were supposed to be at friends' houses until dinner. My oldest daughter, Shawn, would probably be at Lindsey's house, like she often was. That meant I could go home and use the big TV in the family room to beat off. Normally I wouldn't have to resort to such solitary means of orgasm, but my wife was away on a three week road trip for her company. This was only week one. I was already. She wanted to shift immediately, but Connie asked her to stay till the weekend, therefore, she could finally settle in her new home only by Sunday evening. Connie helped her in every possible way.I was happy that my wife and my sister were getting along very well. Ever since my sister moved in our city, Connie appeared to have changed surprisingly. She almost stopped nagging me about her unemployment; the frustration, the anguish due to joblessness, suddenly seemed to have evaporated into thin. I had not considered a visitor and she took me by surprise and I said “Ok – what can I do for you” and I let her in.She looked about and could see I had been on the bed and I looked over at the bedside table and there was my vibe – still glistening with my wetness from inside me. I hoped she had not noticed it and I went over and slipped it into the drawer hoping she had not noticed it.“Been having some fun” she said. Shit she had seen it – “I was thinking bout it” I replied.“So was I – that’s.
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