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You decide that you cannot concentrate on any projects for today if you have not addressed the issue that is literally at hand. You pull your curved, uncircumcised cock out of your boxers, and begin stroking. Your long, slender fingers glide slowly and softly as you re-imagine the dream.

The young woman stood naked before you. Her long, blonde hair was midway down her back. Her creamy, slender body was completely shaved, and her B-cup breasts were pink and perky. She pulled back her hair behind her ears, and knelt down before you. She undid your studded belt, and pulled down your baggy pants slowly.

Her luscious lips parted slightly as she licked them in expectation of what is underneath your boxers. You pulled off your loose, black t-shirt, and looked down at her blue eyes. The connection was electric as she slid your last piece of clothing away from your torso, revealing your rock hard erection. Her dainty tongue flicked out to catch some precum that was dripping from the head. She smirked and you pull her hair away from her face as she leaned forward to take you in her mouth. She closed her eyes and took you in slowly, her tongue slid straight down the shaft. You struggled to stand straight as she worked her way up and down more quickly. You could feel your orgasm building, and knew you could not hold it back much longer. You slipped your hand to the back of her head, and gently interlock your fingers in her hair. As she bobbed on your throbbing cock, you brought her to a faster pace until you could feel yourself on the edge. When you were ready to release, you attempted to pull her away, but she shook her head and choked on your cock until you released everything down her throat.

You snap out of your daydream to thunder, and look down and find yourself covered in thick cum. “Shit!” you exclaim, realizing that the storm is approaching. You quickly get yourself clean and dressed, and rush outside to grab the lawnmower. As you begin to push it across the tall grass, you breathe a sigh of relief. “This was worth the wait.,” you think to yourself.

As the rain begins to fall, your wavy red hair quickly grows a few shades darker. You are wearing a typical outfit, a black band shirt and baggy black jeans. Your earbuds are thumping along with the beat of the rain, so you do not hear your name being called from across the fence as you finish up the lawn. When you look up from putting the lawnmower back in the shed, you see your neighbor standing in her yard. The middle-aged widow looks flustered, her hair dripping wet from the storm. Her steely blue eyes pierce yours, and you quickly remove the earbuds to ask how she is.

“Oh, Vasha! I'm so sorry to bother you,” she breathes in a sigh of relief.

“No worries at all, Mrs. Crawford,” you assure her. “What seems to be the problem?”

“Well, my scatterbrained ass seems to have left my keys inside, and I don't have another way in,” she furrows her brow. You can see tears clouding her eyes.