He relaxed his brain as much he could, to try and make sure he wasn’t controlling them. Went they did not seem to react he asked: “Why are you doi...g this?”“Because we like it!” Sara said. “Why do you like it?” Peter asked. He knew that normally this would be a weird question to ask. “Because you made us like it!” Tanya said, smiling happily, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “What?” Peter was taken quite aback by that answer. Sara looked confused at Tanya, like she was trying do. I would mention the dream in my next letter to her, for I knew it would please her to read it. It was still dark when I resurfaced to consciousness and the sensation of Stefan gently grinding his backside against my cock, which I realised was as stiff as a board. His movements were so subtle that they might almost have been mistaken for unconscious, though the hand that reached back and took hold of my erection did so with a most definite intent. I placed two fingers to his quivering orifice,. At one point I noticed the head of Jeff's cock poking through the top of his pants and I was amazed at how thick it was. I didn't dare stare at it long because I was certain he was completely straight and I didn't want him to know what I was thinking. I told him I needed to go and went straight to the bathroom and jacked off in one of the stalls fantasizing about sucking that big cock head.The next night we were back in his room doing the same thing. I had mentioned to him that I needed some. ‘I knew you wanted to get in my pants,’ he said in a groggy voice as she fished the keys from his right pocket and opened the door. She smiled as they stumbled to the bedroom. She sat him on the bed and he started to fumble with his shirt and undid his belt. She laughed and helped him unbutton his shirt while he let his pants drop to the floor. It didn’t take her long to fully unbutton his shirt and slip it off. He sat there shirtless with just his boxer shorts on and his eyes fighting to stay.