No matter what I had transpired between us my love for her was beyond expression. I would have done anything for her, to protect her and if she was s...ill alive somewhere I would find her and protect her.I was snapped from my dream world to the realization that the swarm was now moving towards me. I stood along the highway just watching the swarm move towards me. Again I felt no fear, no emotions at all. When the swarm moved within a few feet of myself I felt my body surge with an odd power. Had I slept half the previous day away? My linking with Isabeau must have really worn me out. Well, that covered the hazy part. Now why was I feeling puzzled?I stretched and flexed my sleep saturated body, working out the kinks that accumulated overnight and discovered quickly what it was that had my subconscious confused. I wasn't alone in my bed. I stopped moving and turned my head to examine the form next to me, hidden under the covers.I very cautiously lifted the blankets, like a member of. I needed to fuck the pregnant woman. I needed to enjoy the heave of her swollen breasts against my body and breathe in the sights of her smooth bump. I wanted to see her radiant body tingle as I sucked on her clit, and then watch her cry with desperate lust as my cock slid past her puffy lips.All of my dreams and fantasies, cruelly teased and denied for so long, were released in that cheap hotel room. She wore just a black tracksuit: her scruffy sluttiness causing my dick to rise instantly. She. They sounded nice. I wasn't singing anything because I could never depend on what my voice would sound like. I knew guys' voices changed and I'd heard Carl's and Doug's voices drop. Lionel's went way down. At the rate I was going though, I was going to be the only boy in my class that went from a tenor to a soprano. I just never knew where it was going to be.At eight-thirty, my usual bedtime, I said goodnight to everyone and headed to my bunk. I'd been up since four-thirty and was really tired..