The material felt so soft against her skin. She felt herself begin to sink back through the cloud, back into the warmth of sleep, but away from someth...ng-"Wake."Rachel jumped up in bed, hearing an ethereal voice somewhere in her room. “What? Who’s there?” Before she’d even finished asking, she answered her own question.Standing by the entrance to her door was a woman. A pale, beautiful woman, with robes casually draped over her. The robes looked as if they were made of silk and constantly. Again she began fucking her cunt with the hairbrush handle and her hips began involuntary thrusts. "Stop!" I snapped. She stopped the fucking, although her hips continued to thrust for a few seconds longer. She almost had tears in her eyes as she pleaded with her eyes.I walked up to her and pinched her right nipple whilst I slide my finger lightly over her clit. "Very well you may make yourself cum!" I said as I pinched her clit between my finger and thumb. Her need to cum was so great she. Dusty spun around and grabbed the hand by the wrist was surprised to feel a solid bracer on her."Look, please don't do that. I'm really busy right now. I'm looking for someone, I'm looking ... Suzan?" asked Dusty quizzically.Using her left hand that he wasn't holding, she flipped the hood back and Dusty came face to face with his wife.Dusty's mouth dropped open and he was staring hard at her.Behind him Lori just gave a low whistle."Suzan, I ... wow ... you look ... what happened ... I mean .... I couldn’t stop. He stirred, and I crawled a few feet away, afraid of what was behind me. I stood and dashed to my chair in the corner. I didn’t dare look at him and I didn’t dare leave the room. What if he left again? “Jesus Christ! You’re the cunt and I’m the one feeling bad because you’re fucking crying?” I heard the cry in his voice. That helped me to stop. “I am the cunt,” I whispered, looking at the floor. I found the courage to look at his face and I saw his tears. “I am! I am a cunt!” I.