The hand she used to caress my manhood went to her mouth. First she smelled it, then licked it. She moaned and I think her fingers had found their mar.... She thrust her hips forward as I took my length in one hand. I stroked and watched her, She stared at my cock as I pumped it one handed, the head growing red and more swollen. Her hips moved forward faster and her breathing became quicker. Her face flushed and her thighs spread. Meanwhile I stroked my cock. All the while she watched. I could. “Working out Tom?” “I work out some Cheri. But the best workouts I ever had were in your dorm room,” he says with a smirk on his face. Two or three days worth of a beard cover his face and his eyes you remember as bright blue are hidden behind dark sunglasses. He wears a black leather jacket and jeans as well as black boots. His jacket has a name patched on it. It reads Tomcat. “Tomcat?” You catting around?” You laugh to yourself at your little joke. Inside you hope he says that he is and that. .. What would happen if I was to, uh, have sex while dreaming? If I was to have an orgasm, maybe it would bring some sort of closure... ?" Her voice was steady, but her cheeks were slightly flushed.The older man in the white coat shook his head. "That could be dangerous and disruptive. If you were to wake up in the middle of a sexual experience, it could be very disorienting." Like waking a sleepwalker?" Yes." But what's the worst that could happen?"Lundquist shrugged. "I don't think it will. I awoke with the smell of coffee and toast drifting from down stairs, it was obvious that mum was up and had made breakfast, I stretched a little then made my way to the bathroom, I could tell mum have been there by the sweet scent she had left behind, I took a shower then returned to my bedroom, I put on a matching set of white underwear then sat down to put on my makeup, I never put my makeup on too heavy but just to accentuate my eyes which mum said were electrify and attractive, I slipped.