“I heard what you said to Sarah. Is that how you really feel?”“Yes! You’re the most amazing woman I could ever know.”“And, you’re the on...y man who cared to try to understand me. In fact, I think you might understand me better I understand myself.” We lay on the grass just holding each other. And, yes, receiving frequent licks from my other lover. I shared with him the thoughts, the revelations, I had upon hearing his words, the release and freedom to discover, accept, and experience. He held me. He was roughly handling my tits and calling me the best cock sucking slut he knew. I could feel another huge orgasm rising. I loved the feeling of both men using me and calling me a slut. I could feel Joe's pace start to quicken and knew he was getting close too. I let Greg's cock fall out of my mouth as Joe and I screamed in orgasm together. I felt a huge hot load of cum shoot deep into my pussy. As I regained my senses I realized that Greg was hard again and I started to suck his cock and. They were both a little red, obviously from too much sun.Marge was her normal self, making us a drink as I leaned against the rail, listening to them. The mother was drinking beer, and twice, when she went for another I saw the boy take a quick drink from Marge's cup, and his sister just grinned each time. Marge and the mother were inside one time and I heard the girl say to her brother, "If you go out tonight, take the key. I don't like getting up at three and letting you in." I saw him nod at. As a writer, the income from his previously published novels sustained him marginally, but he’d unable to do any real work since then. According the doctors, his dreams were a peculiar side effect of the accident. A phenomenon brought on by the blow to his brain. Though they didn’t understand exactly why the accident had caused his dilemma, they reassured him that the nightmares were nothing to worry about and that they would fade in time. Seven years later, they’d given up trying to convince.