I flicked through late night T.V. I watched two hours of the previous day's news loop on CNN. I wondered what the reporters would say tomorrow. I wond...red if there would be a story on my case. The pale glow of the T.V. eventually put me to sleep.I awoke with a start.I lifted my head from my desk. A string of drool followed my cheek up.My phone was insistently trilling on my desk. Have I mentioned I hate phones? I wiped my mouth and picked it up. I managed to mumble something close to "Hello?"It. Her mini skirt rode up so the bottom of her ass cheeks showed and my hand gravitated to grab it as if my life depended on it. She led me to the corner of the bed and proceeded to unbuckle my pants and suck my throbbing cock. Feeling her mouth on my bare cock was amazing. She looked up and I could see those eyes water as she took me down to the base. I was in heaven. She received a call and contrary to what I though she picked up and spoke to another John asking for her as she manhandled my dick. Even the occasional bug that slapped me in the face was forgivable.I arrived at the commercial campground outside Gulfport after I stopped for dinner. I had been in a great mood until I found that there were no undeveloped spaces in the campground. I knew that was always a risk with camping. The campground did have a few spaces with only electrical hookups, so I took one of those for the night. Rather than the $30 to $50 motel rental fee, the space rental was only $12. It would help me keep to. She fucked me like that for eternity. My body was floating, as if I were on some glutinous liquid that held me, like a moist, silk balloon. I felt her orgasm. I felt it like a powerful wind.My own followed, silent. It was as if I had cum in my mind, rather than my body.I had fallen asleep. When I woke up I thought about that dream. I resolved to find a therapist. I wasn’t mad enough to think this was normal. I got out of bed and took off my nightdress, wet like the others, and threw it,.