" Good, I will call Vicki tomorrow and ask them to come over this weekend for dinner." What's going to happen then? I mean are we going to ... you kno... ... do something with them?" Well, let's play that one by ear. We will see how Vicki reacts when I tell her about us. If she is positive, I will take the lead and we will let it go from there." Great. How about we go out for a pizza and movie tonight?" Love to. Kind of like a date, huh?" Yep, a date with my mom. About six then?" Good, that will. I watch as a wave of goosebumps covers your body. 'Just what are you dreaming about?' I slide a little closer to try and translate your inaudible words as you sleep.Shifting closer, I feel the pangs and the stiffness of last night. I run my hand up my side and for the first time realizing I don't have a shirt on and my boy shorts are half off my hips. As my hand slides over my ribs, I feel a tinge of pain, bite mark most likely. Cupping my breast my nipple hardens as the palm of my hand slides. I knew she was coming when her nails dug into my chest, and she really dug deep into me. Sarah arched back as she let one last big push, then she collapsed onto me, breathing a little heavy. We laid there for a little bit of time, just living in the moment of sex…when Sarah sat up. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. Reaching the bed, she pushed me down on the bed. As I laid there, Sarah had her mouth back on my cock, sucking me off. Now her sucking was intense, like she was wanting. It is different than a dry desert heat, it’s like the jungle and the humid air fills my lungs with a thickness. There is also an odor, no, really a fragrance of sweetness, like fruit, passion fruit. I see her then, she is laid upon her back, her arms are stretched over her head, restrained by some hidden pinion. Her legs are spread open like a pheasant being served on a platter. Her nakedness accents her helpless state. She is the source of the heat, it radiates from her. She does not show.