Well, she thought, as her eyes saw the large round wet spot where her buttocks had lain, I really had myself a time. I guess there's no need in crying...over spilled milk. I did it and I can't change that. After all, it was only a dream, I shouldn't feel guilty about something I couldn't control.The warm spray of the shower felt good cascading down over her body. She washed carefully the insides of her thighs and buttocks, almost reluctant to wash away the sticky still-warm fluid from her soft. She was trembling and shaking, trying to pull away, but still I worked on her pussy. She was trying hard not to scream she told me later and stifled squealing was coming from her tightly clenched mouth. I stopped, stood up and kissed her and she licked her juice off my face hungrily. She then sunk to her knees and pulled out my cock, which by now was rock hard and oozing pre-cum. She licked the tip and I thought I was going to cum straight away and told her so. 'No you don't!' she said, I. But suddenly she seemed to calm down. She moved between his legs and then there was a horrible scream and she went flying.Vern was jumping around cupping his crotch in his hands and swearing a blue streak. In between cuss words he kept screaming, “The bitch bit me!”A couple of the guys got up and held him down and pried his hands away so they could see how bad he was hurt. Taylor looked at it and said, “Shit, Vern! She didn’t even break the skin. You fucking pussy!”A bunch of the guys laughed. If he had pulled up her license plate.. well, it would not go well. Finally she saw him emerge from the cruiser and begin to saunter warily up to her door. She put on her most innocent face and doey eyes. “I guess I let my speed get away from me, officer,” she said with her best smile calibrated to be just a little bit rueful. “It’s so hard to judge how fast this car is going. I noticed it just as I passed you. I don’t blame you for issuing me a warning,” she suggested and did her best to.