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I had a dream about you. We were out riding quads and were running them through the mud. We take a break to chit chat and have a drink of water or orange juice. As I’m walking pass the mud pit to my quad, I feel two hands on my shoulder blades. As your hands hit me the force causes me to become airborne and fly into the mud. I stand, Wipe off my face and with a voice that is reserved for manly men I say “ok cupcake it’s on.” As I point to you then rotate my hand and curl my finger to motion you to come here, you start towards me. Just as you step in to the mud I say “I knew I could get you to cum with one finger HA HA.” As we roll and play you end up on top of me straddling my stomach I call out “wait, stop, hold on hold on there’s a stick in here” I reposition and push myself up to you so you can feel my swelling cock. You then lower your self and slide forward and back and say “yes I feel the stick too.” As we are in a seated position looking, touching, grinding against one another, this look comes over your face of shear terror. As I turn to see what you’re looking at there stands two men with a shot gun. We stand and walk backwards pleading for our lives. As one of the men comes closer he losses his balance, I yell run and lunge for the gun. As we fight over the weapon you tear off on the quad, they jump in the truck and head out after you. I hope on the other quad and chase after them. As I catch them, I climb into the back of their truck open the slider window and grab the driver the passenger tries to help him by grabbing me then the gun goes off blowing to bits my right arm and blood covers the windshield and pellets cause it to shatter. I look up and jump out of the truck only to strike a tree and rag doll to the ground. You then come to my rescue, slowing the bleeding and driving us back to the truck and on to the hospital.
I don’t know if you or my ride yesterday brought this about just thought I’d tell you.
Oh by the way nice riding…