It could have been a few hours later. I had drifted through hazy dreams,and now came what felt at first like another, in which I was dreaming thatI wa... awake. I could feel tender breasts... running hands over, aroundthem. Cupping them, squeezing them gently... Pinching their nipples. Ohh,my nipples were so hard.MY nipples! Suddenly I was fully awake.It was dark... too dark to see, but I had no doubt at all that this was nota dream. When my dreams feel real, it's just the illusion of reality -. At the time of this story Selim was actually a handsome man. When Constanzacame into our lives he was not the elderly corpulent buffoon usually depictedon the stage. He was in fact a fine figure of man although not exactlyhung like a bull. His mustache and beard were neatly trimmed and he allowedus to dress him well, although he resisted sumptuous garb. His fatalflaw was that he had nothing to do. The Grand Vizier, my first cousinon my mother's side and my second cousin on my father's. We Wer playing cards on the king size bed & all seven of us wer comfortable on it. We Wer playing flush & bets wer on. Kruti was just slightly high after the booze & all.of us wer admiring her curvy body. Soon we had bets. So whoever loses had to either give money or allow someone to tickle them on any body part.They asked Kruti if she was comfortable & she said of course & wouldn't mind at all. She was in her skirt but with thin panties on & a tight shirt in which her nipples could be seen. She knew it, too. She could feel the pressure building in my balls.They switched. Lasla winked at me as Pyrriah swallowed my cock.“Gods damn, yes!” I growled.Back and forth they went, sucking for a few bobs before switching off again. They teased me. It was such a rush to have them pleasuring me like this. I enjoyed every moment of it. I groaned through the bliss they gave me. My dick throbbed in their mouths as they traded me back and forth.Then Lasla ripped her mouth off and pumped her hand.