I opened Omar’s belt, undid his button and zipper before reaching down for his stiffening cock. Pulling it out I tasted the tip of it with very ligh... kiss. Moments later the head of his manhood passed my lips and I started to suck him slowly with one hand still holding him, the other resting on my knee. I’m not sure how it could have surprised them, but in a way even I was surprised. Surprised but determined. I could feel him growing and my lips wanting more of him. As his breathing started to. "Your cock is going nowhere except between my legs," she replies. "Words, on the other hand, disappear if you don't use them." You sure you want to listen?" I ask her."I'm sure," she tells me reassuringly before asking. "Is it the dream, my love?" Yes," I answer, feeling a little anxious. "This time I have got past the horror. My memories are back." Just tell me how you want to," she replies.I begin telling her all I can now remember.~~~I tell Jen that I awakened in a well-lit room. I'd say it. I had to admit that her ass looked amazing. She arched her back, I think on purpose, as the fabric from her sun dress draped across her haunches. Of course I noticed that she was likely not wearing underwear. Sara caught me looking and winked at me; I winked back, finished my job and took my seat at the table. “Well, this is a treat…our favorite meal with my favorite girls,” I said as Darcy and Sara joined me. “Let’s eat.” We all dug into the delicious meal. I felt like it tasted even better. Or how her nipples became rock-hard and the realization that she liked being fucked by her daddy. None of that was familiar but, it felt good to the f******n year old. Now, when her father called her "a dirty slut" she answered, "Yes I'm Daddy. Yes, I'm a dirty slut." When he asked her if she liked being fucked like the little bitch in heat, she replied, "I love being fucked by you daddy, I'm such a little bitch." Now she felt a rising warmth throughout her body and moaned in response to her.