It was just as much of a leer as it had been in real life, but while asleep that didn’t bother her - she loved it. She loved the way he looked at he... body, only occasionally glancing at her face (she had answered the door naked, of course). She loved the way that he roughly threw her against the wall and began having his way with her.And when he pulled a strange ointment out of his pocket and began rubbing it on her chest, she loved the cruel insults that he whispered in her ear.“That’s right,. " That made him turn to me with a puzzled look on his face. "Right then, lets have a look at the red one over there." Debbie said.As we followed the salesman over I whispered to Debbie that it was my turn to get in the back. "Spoil-sport" was all she said.The salesman went on about the history of the car or something, but I wasn't really listening. Neither was Debbie, and we kept asking him what some bit was, or what something else did. Each time we either bent over so that he could see down. More than eight inches of that humongous dick had filled me and he was pressing at my cervix with the bulbous head. As he moved in and out I could tell every time he got deeper than his Dad. I think he could tell where that place was too as he began just pulling back to that point and driving me to dreamland by fucking me there. He had stopped a couple times so that he didn't prematurely cum and I had already orgasmed twice. Knowing he had gotten me off, he started humping faster and harder and. "M'just gonna stay for a little bit, don't let me go to sleep," she said."Okay," I said.****Predictably we both fell asleep where we were. I woke up mildly disoriented in a slumped over sitting position exactly where I'd been last night. Monica was curled up in my blanket with her head on my lap like it was a pillow.She looked happier in the morning light, much more like she normally did. Any worries or fears she'd had were erased by sleep and she seemed at peace. I just wished she could feel.