He released my hands only for a quick sec to remove his shirt. There in front of my eyes was the tattoo from my dream. My mind swirling it wasn't poss...ble. Couldn't be him. Lifting my head up staring into those piercing green eyes I did not know how to feel. "You recognize me?" "I...how?" That perfect smile came across his face. "You do. Are you ready for me?" Undoing my pants he slips his hand in leaning against me pressing his chest against mine. "Oh you are so wet." His fingers tease. Or I was. Or I had somehow turned into a giant fubby buzzle bee myself. Bumblebee, I meant. Of the fuzzy variety. That led to more giggling as I slowly caught up with the one-sided conversation.“Yes. No. I don’t know. You’re here,” I managed, my words slightly slurred.My response to its rather feminine query regarding my status as lone fairy.“You’re going to stick with me, understand?”I didn’t, not really, but I wasn’t about to admit it. After all, bees could be very dangerous when pissed. You know, asking something like, ‘Do you like watching so and so’s large you know what disappearing into my little pussy?’ or similar taunts. We laugh now, but it was more serious when we started.“I confess to really liking the group sex – exhibitionist sex. Having other couples around you who are also making love is supremely arousing. I swear that I get wetter and come more often when those are the conditions.” Heads nodded around the group.Dave pushed, “You have a couple of incestuous. After hearing the shower turn on. I figured I had a few minutes and began to relive what had happened, and maybe rub one out while I could. Then Peggy starts screaming about a bug or a spider in the shower. I tried ignoring her but then she opened the door and yelled even louder, calling me in to kill it. So I walked over, and she was standing on the toilet, trying to cover her giant cans with our curtains. I stepped into the shower and really didnt see a spider, but pretended to kill one.