?Let?s see the rest of the package up close.?With that, Heather slid her hand under Marilyn?s shirt and lifted it up until it was over her sports bra,...revealing her bra-encased bosom and her washboard stomach. ?Ooh, this is nice! Your stomach feels so strong yet so smooth. I gotta get my boyfriend to try to get it like this. Heck, I?d try your dick, but I?d have to stretch myself out first.??Well, no one else is trying out this dick for a long time after this weekend, babe. I?m a one-woman. When she rubs them they feel crusty. In fact, touching her cheeks and her nose her whole face feels a little crusty. Still too groggy, maybe even still a little drunk, to fully feel panicked. Once she gets her eyes open there's very little to see. The room is pitch-black. She runs her hands down her body and discovers she's buck naked. Not a stitch of clothing. The panic starts to push through and her brain starts waking up.She touches between her thighs and adrenaline shoots through her. My balls burned and I pushed deep and let go the hardest biggest loads of my young life. Jet after jet of my seed spraying her fertile womb. She came again. Her cunt was a burning vice clamped down on my spewing cock. Her body was still twitching for several minutes. She had a grip on my cock with her cunt that was not going to let go. I started fucking her again slowly. My young cock still hard inside her pulsing cunt. "Your still hard?" She looked up at me in shock. As she started to cum. Even as she left she felt pursued again and saw the same body with a different face, a face that she was sure meant her harm and she was running now. Her pulse was racing in real life now, not understanding the dream, she chose the stairwell instead of the elevator, taking the steps three at a time. She had followed the path David had pointed out and she saw a light ahead and it was a wooden house with a wide porch which lifted off the ground after she stood on it and she knew she was safe. She.