She was so private. So high class. And now she was walking toward a rest room in a Starbucks about to do who-knows-what! This cant be happening, she t...ought to herself. Yet with each step, she felt herself getting more excited. More tense. More wet. Approaching the rest room door, she knocked three times. The door opened a bit. Recognizing Tres sweet, smiling brown eyes, Brittany moved toward the door, only to feel a strong hand grab her arm, quickly pull her inside and lock the door behind. I strode in, dragging Walker along at my hip, followed by my sister who shut the heavy door behind us.Standing there in the doorway, with every eye focused on me, I was suddenly reminded of a bumper sticker I'd seen a few weeks before: Politics — from poly meaning many, and ticks, as in small, blood-sucking parasites.I don't know ... the thought just seemed appropriate to the moment. I smiled warmly at the amassed brainpower of the Central Intelligence Agency.These were the hands that held the. He dressed in his dark blue carpenter jeans and his black silky shirt with a black t shirt underneath. He looked like a man on the prowl at one of the clubs but only one lady would have his attention tonight. Chloe was just the opposite of Reuben. She had studied dance in college, kept in shape all along, and worked our regularly for her whole life. She was choosy about her meals, and snobby when it came to her wine choices. Her red hair was natural, and she could prove it if needed. She. Mackenzie moaned in her dreams as she became conscious that someone was touching her aching vagina. It seemed like it had been ages and, even though it was a light touch, it felt absolutely wonderful. Moisture quickly built in the heat of her and she was sure it wouldn't take much to make her cum. She smiled lightly, it was really working. This whole lucid dreaming thing wasn't a hoax, it sure felt like someone was actually touching her.The light grazing continued around her pussy for a little.