.. What? I may not be able to see, but I know that whoever is sitting on my cock is NOT Carol! I've had enough lovers to know every pussy feels diffe...ent, and this one feels DIFFERENT!!! While I'm having this epiphany, whoever owns this pussy is expertly working on me with it. Even if I wanted to stop, which I did NOT, I couldn't. She was obviously enjoying herself and starting to moan softly. I reached up to try to grab her tits only to have my hands pushed away. OK, can't touch there. I. That was the only explanation. Shit as unbelievable as this only ever happened in dreams.Little more than 24 hours ago, Paul had been on track to finally score with the girl he’d been in love with since month one of junior high. Despite all the game-planning and self-consciousness, it was essentially a simple state of affairs.But in the intervening day, everything had changed.The truly weird part about all of this was that right now, things were even simpler. They shouldn’t have been, but they. He hasn’t been back to since she passed away. So if he’s a bit grouchy just remember there are some bad memories waiting there for him.’ ‘Maybe I can replace them with some happy ones. Show him what it looks like through my eyes.’ ‘I wish you the best of luck. Since our cruisers don’t work in the Areseric I’m afraid that you will have to travel the old-fashion way.’ ‘And how’s that?’ ‘On zephti.’ ‘Okay, I’ll bite. What are zephti?’ ‘I hope you know how to ride a horse, Katrina,’ Charles said. She was hard like a stone, throbbing like my nipples. I pulled back on her, that was best, pulling my whole vulva up and back beneath my fingers and that button would pop out even more, as much as she could like a tiny little cock almost, no bigger than the tip of my little finger. But so sensitive, so wonderfully attuned to every little touch.I was going to cum for myself, all over my fingers. I was making love now, treating myself to kisses as my lips rubbed together, trying to contain all.