Those Cheeks Though!

Last night I had my third dream about Willy.  I don't remember any of the details except that he was lying on a bed, happy and awake, and I was kissing his cheeks.  His cheeks were always full and fat -- at times more than others depending on his formula.  And unlike most growing boys, he couldn't resist me when I smooched at them. Yes. I took full on advantage of his lack of motor skills in order to sneak kisses.

I woke up and it felt nice.  Like he had visited.

Thank you, Willy.  Come back soon.