She then lunged at Janet and began kissing every part of her that she could. Soon Janet’s moans of pleasure joined Ingrid’s and then everyone else...paired off and began to enjoy one another.When I emptied myself into Ingrid, she shuddered and I could feel all of the women in the room orgasm from the sensations coursing through the bond. While the added arousal and pleasure through the bond did cause me to reach my peak sooner, it also helped me to recover sooner. Soon I was pulled away from. " That was my roommate Gina. She and I hadn't known each other when I moved in but we had become best friends over the course of the last two years of college. "Besides," she continued, "it's not like you need to study, that's all you ever do."I sighed, the topic being a sore point between us. She was right though, I worked hard to achieve my grades. Gina, on the other hand, seemed to be in college for the sole purpose of screwing every guy she could get her hands on. I spent most of that. One area caught my attention. The journal told of how my great, great, great, great grandfather Dan Sullivan had been exploring a valley (knowing my relatives probably stealing horses or cattle) when he came over a ridge at the same time about a mile away some Indians had stepped out on a knoll. They both saw each other, Dan being a cautious man ran for the hills. After seeing the Indians and fearing for his life (like I said probably for good reason) he was going to leave this valley as fast. I even told her how I had stumbled into her dream sphere while running from a sickly grey sphere. “Sarah, I think you might be in a coma or something.” I said gently. “I think these chains are what keeps you from waking up. I hope I’m right. Well, I mean, I hope if you are in a coma when I break this last chain you wake up. You’re a beautiful young woman and deserve to live your life, not be trapped in your own body, and no one deserves to be trapped in an endless nightmare.” I had been.