I was getting hard watching them. I was no longer watching the movie. I made a bold move and got off the recliner and sat on the couch next to Cindy. ... told Jim I could see the movie better from there."What are you doing here?" asked Cindy. Her husband was still finger fucking her pussy."He just wanted a better view ... of the movie," replied Jim.Cindy didn't say anything as I sat there and watched Jim's hand under the blanket. "Mind sharing the blanket?" I asked as I grabbed some of the. . No, softer than that... Whimpering... And shaking... It looked kind of scary..." It was a very vivid dream. I've always been a very vivid dreamer, even as a young girl. Sights, sounds, smells, touch, emotions... Oh, the emotions! Almost as real as awake... This dream was a memory of something particularly horrible..." I've read your biography on the web. I know you're an orphan from the Bosnian war. There was no description though of the details. Nor should there be... Amy's plane got delayed. At this point we had ceased to be human beings and had evolved into 100% sexual a****ls, only interested in the sexual pleasure we were receiving and giving, we all fucked in unison and all that could be heard was skin against skin groaning and moaning as we all wanted this to last forever.It was a sideshow we didn't care about but nonetheless I did note that on the sofa Tony and the priest, oblivious to everyone else had resumed their 69 position from weeks earlier and had engulfed each. Sara told me at the end of the second day that Keri was none too keen about Brian at first. "I think she was a racist." She laughed, "Nothing like being impaled on 12 inches of big black cock to cure that."I pointed out, "So you've done your good deed for the day then; one less racist in the world."She pauses for a moment. "It could have just been the thought of something that big about to be shoved up your hoo-haw for the first time. I don't think her new hubby is very big down there." She.