Who cares, I'd still get all the sex I could handle. That paper was going be a bitch, though. Suddenly I was startled out of my thoughts by the soft s...und of a female voice."Excuse me, are you OK? We saw what happened." I opened my eyes and saw the two hot blondes that had entered the stadium first and were running around the track. They were bent over towards me and I had a perfect view of two sets of awesome jugs that hung in their sports bras, heaving with their breathing. Their faces looked. Faith’s aereola were the color of Hershey’s chocolate and the size of half dollars. I whispered that if her nipples were erect they’d look like Hershey’s kisses. Gene chuckled and nodded. After hanging the bra on the hook with her blouse, Faith’s hands went to her hips. She peeled the white panties away and lowered them to her knees where she let gravity take over and drop them to the floor. I had been admiring the way her tits swayed when she bent down to pick them up and was then treated to. I was amazed at how much Ellen started to take into her mouth and a few times she gagged but still kept on going. She had one hand caressing his balls and the other still stroking his shaft as her mouth slid up and down. I could see her mouth working his cock and I knew she would be tonging him and flicking the tip as she got to it. She slid her tongue down the side of his cock and sucked his balls and then took the tip into her mouth and concentrated on the tip. I could she her tongue flick. But these dreams ... they were different. They were erotic ... very sexual. They featured voluptuous women, all wanting to bestow their favours on him. All but one, that is. Connie was crying in the background, her hands covering her eyes. He couldn't make out what she was trying to say, but she was distraught about something. Tom was naked in this dream, and his erection seemed larger than real, standing out proudly before him. It was very confusing.And then there was the scent ... that female.