I would drift in and out of sleep, and would dream about masturbating and having sex. Sometimes I would wake up and my pussy would be on fire, swollen... wet, and throbbing, my nipples were rock hard and super sensitive, and I needed to cum. I would look around the room to make sure my sister was asleep, and would furiously rub myself off in the silence of the night, and would ravage my own nipples. This was happening almost every night!Then I began to wake up with an odd taste in my mouth, and. They were focused on a hapless overturned turtle. Its struggles made their determined efforts to drag it from the waves seem hilarious.The girlish squeals carried above the constant ocean roar. I opened my eyes and sat up. Looking out the hut door I watched my two charges as they labored with their prize. A plowed furrow led from the upended turtle to the foaming waves beyond.I sat and compared the bent thrusting bottoms as they pulled and tugged. Jennifer's petite slim figure did not truly. .. like a wave of grief that enveloped him in a shroud of darkness. His face paled, his stomach churned, making him feel like he might throw up. Maybe it hadn't really happened. Maybe it had been a dream. If it was a dream, it had been very powerful and realistic. He could feel the wetness in his underwear and knew that he had climaxed in his sleep. It was just a dream wasn't it?But when he looked at the driveway of his house, he saw that the car was there: sitting there in mute testimony to. Heh..” I let out a couple pathetic laughs to cover my awkward string of comments. I was sure my face was extremely red. Jenna's face was unreadable. Eventually a small smile escaped and she giggled lightly. “You’re sure you didn't drink anything tonight?” She covered her giggle with her hand and the look on my face must have been shock and embarrassment so she snorted out another laugh. This one bigger and louder that just seemed to get louder. She eventually stopped and leaned back in.