" Would you lay down with me for a little while?" You mean, in your bed?" Yeah, please. My back hurts a little just standing like this." Oh I'm sorry ...ill. Well I guess it would be alright, for a little while." Good, I'm going to pull back the sheets and get in too, okay, I'm a little cold." No wonder with the way you're dressed, why don't you put something on first." Umm, no, this is comfortable. Now, get in here with me." Alright. Jeez, if Mom comes home and sees us what do you suppose she'll. But was it a dream?I mean, I know I didn't physically meet Ali in my room - especially notwhile I was in mid-air above Connecticut - but that whole thing felt likeway more than a random dream.I closed my eyes again and tried to gather my thoughts, but out ofnowhere I remembered something - it was Ali, opening her acceptanceletter to grad school. She saw that she got in and put on a happy facefor her family, but inside she felt trapped.While the symbolism certainly wasn't lost on me, what caught. She moaned as the thing slid into her clasping tunnel, pushing it in as far as it would go. The little arm pressed where it was supposed to press, and she moved the device back and forth to make it stroke her bud.It was good. She felt centered for the first time in a long time as she forgot everything else and concentrated on just being filled.She stroked with it a few times, again in the same way she used Harold. The clitty flicker wasn’t solid like Harold’s balls, but that was okay. It still. She moved her head to the side to see. When she saw, she started to grind in circular motions. I started to move in circles in the opposite directions as we grind fucked for a few minutes. She was so wet and I was so hard. Tina’s eyes were half shut but I watched as her face twisted and her eyes never left the mirror view. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” I rose up onto my knees and she sat up and turned around, pressing her ass up against me. I positioned my cock on her pussy and grabbed her hips. I.