I struggle up to a sitting position, and the scene evolves into something more real, more unreal.One of my roommates, on the floor. It is his arm I se..., his hand is stroking my girl's slit, his finger waging its own tiny war with her clitoris. His eyes are also closed, as he is concentrating on the sensations being created by the artist with him on the floor, an artist in fleshly pleasures. She is nearly the twin of the one on the couch, with somewhat darker hair and larger breasts. Her shirt. He gently pressed against my cervix on each stroke, and I could feel my pussy stretching and reshaping itself to accommodate him. I could also feel his bull-balls swinging and slapping against my ass as he stroked into me. It is hard to describe how wonderful it was to feel that big cock sliding into and out of my wet pussy. I could feel his prominent veins and the thick cock head, and he was stretching me to the limit. Ed was still sitting next to me on the blanket, and I could see him rubbing. Not sure why. Maybe because no one else notices it. No, that would be petty, wouldn’t it? Feeling superior, that’s not me. Surely not.In a CYA moment, I told Daddy about my Irregulars, about the car-canvassing south of Union Station. As with most things, he was unperturbed. “Might get lucky. I’ll let Hank know what you’re up to.”Which, I admit, was my intention all along. I’m not supposed to be working the Oasis case, yet I can’t stay away. And I’ll worry a little less if Hank knows.Vanessa and. He has long wavy black hair all the way down to his broad equine back! His long thick tongue rubs across her breasts and he takes her right breast completely into his mouth and sucks it like man might suck one of her nipples. All she can think is “this feels wonderful!” Pamela wraps her arms around his head and hugs him close as Moon sucks and licks her breasts, “God I hope I don’t wake up anytime soon!” He picks her up and slowly runs his broad tongue down her flat belly, she can feel.