The other unusual attachment was an inch-thick, two inch-long bit of stiff, pink rubber that curved sharply up at the business end and was capped by a...knob that looked about an inch-and-a-half thick."Can I show you anything?"The young woman was a punker, dressed completely in black and with the de rigeur spiked hair. She also had an un-punk face that was almost innocent, large gray eyes and the loveliest complexion either of the women had ever seen.Connie noted a ripe young body within the. When she finally felt asleep, it happened again. She had another "nightmare".If possible this one was even more intense. Besides the great deal of pleasure involved, she was actually aware of some of the things that happened while she was supposedly sleeping. Before it all began, she definitely felt someone pulling the blankets off her body, then hands lifting her gown around her hips. At the time, she didn't even try to prevent any of this from happening. Either she couldn't or else she was. She must have been reading my mind, or it was just that obvious, because her hand reached out again, fingers tracing the outline, groping and pinching gently at my hardening member. She glided her other hand up to my face, caressing a cheek before tapping a finger against my lips to offer it to me. One of my hands couldn't help but land on one of her breasts, which felt particularly high and perky for a mature woman, as I kissed that finger. She stroked my cock through my pants and I gathered. I mean real friendly.’ Sage returned the gun to its previous target, his leg. She fingered the trigger again in a warning. ‘Alright! She started showing up with some guy. I don’t know who he was, but he had money. He dressed like it, acted like it. Everything. That’s all I know. I swear!’ A lone scarlet tear fell down the boy’s cheek. There was something startling about seeing a grown man cry. Something even more so when he cried blood. ‘Whom did she come here with on a normal basis? Who.