*** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&...ellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, Fuck! I muttered as I woke up with a terrible urge to pee. Glancing at the alarm clock that stood on the bedside table, I realized it was the middle of the night. My friend and I had spent the. I wanted nothing more than to rip it from his head just to hear him scream.“Hey, sweet tits! I’ve got great news! Freddy said that he wouldn’t mind if I dated you at the same time as him, so we’ll just have to run into each other soon, little girl. Don’t fret though, I won’t make you wait too long, Babydoll. I promise!” Carl yelled up to her as they slowly drove off down the street while giving a few more catcalls and wolf-whistles.I tried to run after them in my mindless fury, but Amber was a. The hotel had packed us a beautiful picnic lunch and after we had our fill of food and drink, the two women cleaned up, then with an easy familiarity started brushing each other's hair. Marge sat on a corner of the blanket quietly watching as the two women did their hair and then shed their tops and applied tanning oil to each other. Hans sat on the blanket behind Marge, massaging the tension from her neck and shoulders. He was shirtless and wearing old frayed denim cutoffs that did little to. ”“Yes, you dirty, dirty girl,” I muttered.“And now you’re fucking me.”“Yes,” I agreed, “I’m right up your lovely little cunt.”“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned into my mouth, “Take me to bed,”With her still impaled on my cock, I walked into the bedroom and we fell onto the bed with her on top of me.“Can you see it?” she asked, “Can you see your cock shagging me?”“It looks beautiful, Candy darling.” I gasped, “Turn round and you’ll see it too in the mirror.”She turned round and looked at our reflection.