Coincidental perhaps, or just so in tune with her in ways I hadn't yet been able to comprehend. Either way, it was almost spooky ... and I again enter...ained ludicrous thoughts regarding her existence.It was however the witching hour though ... or almost seven-thirty anyway, regardless, as I headed down the hall towards the stairs, singing a song that for some reason had gotten stuck inside my head.I slowly made my way down several flights of stairs heading towards the lower-level recreation. Jon's dick moved in and out of Morgan feeling how wet and tight she was. She was better than his wife and much more tighter. He let out a groan as he felt her squeeze his dick. Jon thought he could really feel how wet she was as if he wasnt wearing a condom. That make him more excited as he pounded into another women besides his wife.After a few minutes of Jon pounding Morgan he said he wanted to fuck her from behind and she agreed. He pulled himself out of her and she turned around onto her. He found himself lost in her warmradiance. He did not expect it to be so mesmerising, loving, and nice.It was like strawberries on a hot summer's day.As soon as Charlie woke up, he had completely forgotten the whole dream.He lay across the hard wooden bench in an awkward uncomfortableposition, staring into space with his hands resting behind his head forsupport. As the dream faded away into nothingness, he wondered if itactually happened. He peered over his knees to see that Julie was notthere. " Her lips curled into an evil grin. "Likely." Perhaps Deanna sensed the possibility." No perhaps about it; her comments later referenced that point." Are you worried that you might lose James if you break it off with Deanna?"She grimaced. "Yeah." You won't. He loves you."Lightning flashed again, and the interval between the lightning and thunder was brief. The storm would hit before the hour. The clouds had lost their fire and hung heavy without the glow of a new sun.Grace said, "James is.