Many of those flashes were soaked in blood: Challenger, 9/11, Iraq, Oklahoma City, Columbine, Waco ... enough! Others just were, with no apparent rela...ionships: PCs, the Internet, the minivan, Ollie North’s tears, Monica Lewinsky, Florida 2000, pocket cell phones, Lance Armstrong. Finally there were purely personal images — girls and women, pets, a favorite bike, graduations, divorce, Dave in the hospital after a stroke.And then there was the strangest part of all. I knew it was a dream because. She didn't even look up, focused on "him", my hand, and her slip. It felt weird at first, doing this while she watched. Then, as her slip took hold more and more, I thought. "OK, let her watch." Then a strange thing happened. I wanted to give her the show she wanted. I stopped and shifted position. I kept expecting her to toy with me but she still didn't take her eyes off "him". I then rearranged the slip so she could see my cock cradled in the black silkiness of the slip, wrapping the shaft. “Oh fuck! Oh hell yeah!” I yelled out loud. I looked down at my erect dick. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed getting dug out. The way he was fucking me was making me feel delirious. His dick kept hitting my p-spot and I could feel my own dick leaking, incensed with pleasure. If he kept this up, I would surely nutt.“Aaaarghhh… yes! Fuck yes! Shit!” I heard him yell as he pummelled me. Then his dick, buried deep in my guts, started to pulsate as he released his seed deep inside me. He must have. I came to enjoy the sensation of her soft feminine skin rubbing against mine and, eventually, I opened my legs in an unintentional sign that I was ready for more. Vicky caught my little signal and moved on top of me mashing her tits against mine. I was grateful for my little panties because that was all I had to protect my bare pussy from her aggressive motions. I felt my breathing quicken with my excitement and Victoria seemed to sense it too. She began to slowly slide down on me, pausing only.