I'm not the only one with taste buds you know." So from that point on all of the tasting was done by the girls, off of the end of my erect cock. Tho...e lasses were a lovely lot of lickers. And, this being a dream, I came and came and came, filling all of their mouths with my own special recipe sauce for afters. The weirdest bit of the dream was when whipped cream started shooting out of the end of my cock and the girls took turns to use me to decorate cakes. Finally the meal was prepared. "They're the new police division set up to dealwith reality violations, now that they're illegal. We call themClarkes, because reality changes might as well be magic. And because itsounds kind of like 'cops.'" Reality vi-o-la-tions?" Okay, I guess your memory was really tampered with. Apparently,there's been people who can change reality to suit their whims for along time. Maybe as long as there's been people. But it was all a bigsecret that nobody could prove."Percival looked like he was about. Petra covered in Carl’s love juice, wiped her face clean. She tasted some of the juice; it was sweet. She wondered if Carl had a sweet tooth? She felt great. What an experience this had been! Mr Carl during all this commotion had collapsed from a cocktail of ecstasy and exhaustion. He couldn’t speak. He fell on top of Petra and gave her a deep passionate kiss on her lips. Their mouths opened and their tongues engaged in a sword fight Zorro would have been proud of. Carl backed off and. My sunglasses were perched on my head, holding my hair behind my ears and I was blushing madly. It suddenly struck me that I was so excited I could hardly stand it. An hour ago, when I was mindlessly sliding my fingers up my ass and pinching my nipples, Johan had denied me an orgasm. Though I would much preferred to have cum, I had to admit that my excitement level had gone through the roof because I was denied. Finding myself in front of my mirror, thinking about what I looked like and where.