”“He’s going to eat your pussy after each one of us fucks you?” Greg questioned.“Yes, and we’ll kiss after I’ve swallowed your cum too.�...�Lisa sucked and sucked until Greg’s cock was nice and hard. She had him sit and straddled, facing him. She could feel the head poking at her slit as they shared a long, passionate kiss. She moaned softly as his rough hands gave her tits a good feel.She lifted and guided the head to her hole and undulating her hips, took him inside her. “Mmm, I love the feeling. I don’t have any interest in those types of stories. But it doesn’t bother me that you're reading them and taking care of your needs.”Over the next few travel nights I sat in my bed surreptitiously reading several of the stories by that author. Kevin was busy reading at the table, and I noticed that since our discussion he was more openly rubbing himself. I think he even ejaculated sitting there instead of going to the bathroom to finish. I knew that from his movements, and I also sensed the. What happened to change it is a longer and weirder story all by itself, but what matters now is that suddenly we have a cat that not only dreams, but who can follow Jimmy or Christine into this..." she waved her hand around indicating the room, " ... environment. We don't know if they are the only ones she can follow, but we know she can follow them because, just like now when she showed up here, she can follow Christine from one dream environment to another. I don't think she can go anywhere. Sally knew how it worked and thought nothing of it. Later when she was getting another round of drinks the one bartender asked if she would like to dance. She giggled out, “Yes, yeah sure, why not.” She delivered the drinks to her three remaining friends, gulped her vodka tonic down and said, “ I’m going to dance with the bartender.” The bartender’s name was Frank. He was strong and Sally figured he was a bartender by night and lived in a gym during the day. He was not a great dancer but he.