‘Am I dreaming?’ Cien smiled. ‘Nay. I’m as real as you are.’ Regan shook her head, and stared at him. ‘You were my dream…’ She shook h...r head again. ‘I probably sound crazy.’ Cien took a short step forward. ‘I don’t think so. I know about your dream.’ Regan groaned. ‘Iris tell you?’ Cien shook his head. ‘Nay, you did.’ He didn’t say anything, and watched her face. She looked at him for a long minute silently. ‘What is your name?’ ‘Cien Fraser.’ Regan gasped, and took a step forward. ‘It isn’t. Her long curly hair was roughly tied in a bunch behind her head. She was wearing an old, paint-splattered set of coveralls, a paint-splattered shirt underneath the coveralls, and no socks or shoes. She had little blotches of paint on her face, and all over her hands. Dave couldn't help but grin at her. Kate, on the other hand, was mortified."Dave! OHMYGOD! It's not three already, is it?" Yes it is, my beautiful paint princess." Oh, jeez, I look *horrible*. I meant to shower, I'm covered in. I squealed, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" Very good," she said and she slid her big cock in an inch.I squealed again trying to do it as well as the time before, but thistime was not as good.Miss Cleo squeezed my balls."oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhwwwwaaaaaaaaa" Gooood" she said in her cock slid in another inch.I then put on a high pitched voice and said, "Fuck me please."My balls were given a big squeeze."Arrrrrrrgghhhhhhhhhhh" Pathetic," she yelled and she rammed her cock in deep in a super lungethat took my. I hoped for his mouth or finger on my clit. I wished for orgasms and that full, stretched feeling only a cock or few fingers offer. I wished for so much.SMACK!His hand came down across my cunt. I quivered and squeaked. It felt good. Barely hurt.I can handle this. I fucking love this.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!He continued to smack my clit and labia. Each one slightly more forceful than the last. What started out as a pleasant feeling quickly turned into an unbearable burning. I tried to close my.