" Sure it is." No." She slipped past him, stepping to the window, looking up at the sky. "You don't know what he can do." You don't know what I can do..." Of course, neither did Will. But he'd always felt something in Dream, a vibe whenever he Shifted that there was more, much more. He'd never dared explore it before -- he'd always been afraid, either of hurting someone or of going so deep he didn't want to wake up. But now with Randy out there, and Janelle here, he wasn't afraid of those things. The fire had apparently not extinguished as we shortly found ourselves in a periodic sex-driven affair based around school visits. Her house was close to the school. While we often crumpled her bedsheets, we had found the most erotic position to be her standing over me half sitting, half reclining on her leather sofa, pressing her sex to my mouth. Julie was very vocal, “Eat my pussy, white boy, suck my clit like a dick!” I did, as often as I could.So that night I was spread eagled on her. All the while the vibrating beads in my bum were sending shivers through my crotch and cock threatening to bring on my orgasm, and she brought me to the brink of my climax a few times and each time let me down again, and by then she was moaning from rubbing her sex all over my face, helped by the action of my tongue on her pussy and hitting her clit. She got up and turned around looking down at me, and I looked up at her ample breasts and below them her gaping pussy with its wide open flaps. With an effort that was almost too much for me I turned away from my sons and went out of the door, as I closed the door with a trembling hand I heard my sons start to talk in low voices. Taking a deep shuddering breath I tried to calm myself, but the raging desire I felt did not diminish as I headed downstairs to collapse in my chair.Sitting and staring at nothing I didn't notice the passage of time, the house was quiet which should have told me that my boys were up to something, but I.