It took himseveral minutes to figure out where he was, or indeed who he was. For awhile there, he could have sworn that he was a woman. The dream hadb...en so incredibly real. He had never experienced such a sensual dreambefore. He could almost still feel the juices running down his leg. Ashe thought about this, he realized that there something cold and wet inbed. But it was his crotch. Reaching down, he felt that his cock wasdamp and sticky. He must have come in his sleep! He had never had. I rolled her and this little girl firmly planted her cunt on my cock, and drove it in. She began to fuck me harder, and I was afraid the sound of flesh slapping flesh would awaken the babies. I mumbled to her that I should get a condom, and she told me “fuck no, I want all of you”Once again I put a finger in her ass, and she began to drive her cunt onto my cock. She was moaning that she was cumming and then I shot a massive wad deep into her. Sweaty, exhausted, we continued to gently kiss. . “Hey, there, friend of mine, let’s go on a picnic? I’ll stop and get a bucket of chicken and we’ll go somewhere and eat it. I feel like lying out in the sun. I have blankets and a six pack of beer.”“Are you sure you can leave your work long enough? I can remember when I saw you almost every day and it has been four days.”“You could have come across the street.”“I know, but I hated to interrupt you.”“You know, you sound just like Rita. She basically said the same thing about me not keeping up in. What is this, anyway? Is she so accustomed to having women throw themselves at her husband that she expected me to have a crush on him as if I were some teenage girl? He’s just a guy. Well, a great looking guy, I suppose, but I’m a woman, not some teenage girl. And why isn’t Diana jealous of another woman in her home — or her sister-wives — for that matter?As she ate and chatted with those nearby, Emma wondered how so many women seemed to get along so well. Granted, she had only been here a.