An old friend

"You look like an old friend," she said.

"Really?"

Emma blushed and nodded. "In fact, this friend of mine, I used to fancy him."

I raised my eyebrows. "Did you have fantasies about him?"

She nodded again. "I dreamed he would take me from behind and shag my arse. He would bend me over the table, pulling my hair as he thrust into me. Then I would dream that he would fuck me against the wall. He would fuck me so hard that I would have a hard time walking."

I don't know why she was telling me this, but I was polite. I let her continue to tell me her fantasies.

Emma continued to blush. "I bet you're wondering why I'm telling you this."