You cannot control your flight - you are not the pilot but the passenger, along for the ride of your life in this voyage of dreams.You have had this d...eam before. The dream is always the same. You know what is coming next. Soon, you break through a cloud of rainbow wonder and see it, far below: the White City, the City of Dreams. You do not know the city by its name, but you have seen its towering, silver-capped spires of gleaming white marble more times than you could count, and you never tire. I'll make you some breakfast this morning, how does that sound?" Ugggh, no," she says with a grimace and rolls over on her side.I sit there for a second and then stand up. "Well let me go check on Anna," I say.She nods and then coughs. As I'm about to go out the door she waves at me. "Don't forget your shirt."I walk back around to my side of the bed and grab my shirt. She can be such a prude some days, but I still love her. If she knew that less than 8 hours ago that my cock had been in Anna's. ” Just saying it made her more excited, especially when she saw him inadvertently look down at her waist. Knowing that he wanted to do it again, right now, but that he wouldn’t. Almost imperceptibly, she tilted her pelvis toward him, reveling in her control as she heard him make a faint groan.She said, “I let him kiss and lick me, right here,” and reached down and touched herself lightly between her legs.This time a groan for real. Oh god, she wanted to groan out loud herself. She looked. ’ ‘Not me.’ ‘Aren’t you at least a little bit tempted to eat meat every once in awhile?’ ‘Well…’ ‘Oh come on… here, try one bite.’ I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help glancing over to see if the offer would be taken. Sure enough, the coyote took a bite of the morsel. He seemed to enjoy it, despite his protests to the contrary. The sheep looked as skeptical as I felt. He-Man came in a bit later sporting a sort of Princess Leia meets Blondie Bumstead coiffure. The newscaster look.