‘Thank you,’ Marilyn said softly. She seemed a bit shy, but perhaps it was because Molly was so outgoing. ‘And what do you do?’ Molly asked. ...��I’m a designer. I design houses and apartments, both new construction and renovations.’ ‘That sounds interesting,’ Marilyn said, surprising me with a comment. ‘It is. It’s a job I sort of created for myself when I was working at a lumber yard, and over the years it’s grown into a nice little business.’ ‘Do you work at home?’ Marilyn asked. She was. I wasn't planning to go to sleep, but it had been an exhausting week.I had another dream. This time, it was about the cavern. In my dream, I was observing the occupant, Tabita's brother, I assumed, go about his daily activities. There was nothing spectacular, just the routine task of living. In my dream, I seemed to be without form, but instead, I was a presence, hovering near the ceiling of the cave as I watched him go about his mundane chores.I had been observing him for some time, watching. "Make me cum"The table was hard, and made me even tighter around your cock. I leaned forward with my arms around your neck, you had your hands on my back, stroking me, we were going at it, for so long, so quickly, drips of sweat were falling off your forehead. The sound of the ocean was now so quiet I forgot where we were. Your body and mine were so close. The flesh touching so tight. I begged you to fuck me faster, and you did. You bit my ear, the pain turned me on so much. I started thrusting. His hot seed filled her insides as she looked down with a gasp, his cock-head slamming up toward her cervix hard enough to make her squeal. The excess escaped the seal of her cunt lips, streaming back down the General’s shaft all the way to his testicles in sticky rivulets. Jennifer moaned, relieved that he had finally cum. She sighed as the General pulled her in close against his chest, wrapping an arm around her, her cones rubbing against his wiry chest hair. She felt more excess jism flow.