I asked if there was any other room the had and he told me they were booked solid. Kelly burst into tears again! I thought to myself this girl cries a...lot!So I took Kelly aside and asked if she was a crazed serial killer. The sheer stupidity of the question was obvious, but it distracted her long enough to stop the flow of tears. Then I told her that if she wasn’t a serial killer she could have the bed in my room and that I’d sleep in the reclining chair or the sofa in the room. I didn’t care. I dreamt that Monica and I were back in our room. She had caught me using her toys again. We were back on my bed. Monica was touching me again, but something was different. She had started to lick me down there. I had that dream before. This was the first time that I dreamt of Monica doing that. In the past Angelina Jolie or Jennie Finch was licking me. This dream was even better than those. My orgasm was more powerful. It was the strongest sexual dream that I had ever had. I felt myself waking. She wasn't romantically swept away by me; only the Love Diamond idea. This Julia had no romantic thoughts toward me yet, and I was making no effort whatsoever to encourage her to have them. I was treating all of her family equally because it was far too early for me to single out Julia for romantic attention. It would have been counterproductive to attempt anything at all until she liked me. One thing I've learned about girls is that while one-night stands can be for purely physical reasons;. She raked back her hair with both hands, as exciting a gesture as I had ever seen. With moonlight on one side painting her silver and lamplight on the other, glowing orange, she was the image of hedonistic desire, her pointed breasts jutting out at me. I grabbed them."Indeed," I said as my poor root jumped straight up within her, "and women, of course, are not." No, right, we're just weak vessels, receptacles. We have to endure what men do, what they want, the vile pigs."I laughed and held her.