"hey, can you open the window, it's boiling in here" he said softly .I nodded into the darkness and got up, drawing open the curtains and letting in t...e moonlight , then opening the window to let in the warm summer air. As i turned, i caught a flash of Chris's body , his chest and stomach, more toned than mine and shimmering with sweat in the low light. I lay back into bed and tried to sleep , but found that between the heat and my burning excitement I could barely keep my eyes closed.Soon. Ritten by ShyA little background before you read!This story was inspired by a long-term recurring dream I could never seem to shake, as well as Peter Pan. It's one of my favorites and I've finally expanded upon it. Then Trisha grabbed the pen and added an arrow pointing down to my pussy at each end of the words. Then she got her phone out and took a photo. As soon as I saw it I said,“Bastard. That’s permanent ink, it will be there for days.”“That’s to remind your father to jill you off each morning.”“He does not.” I lied, then when I saw the Trisha was still tapping on her phone I added,“Don’t you dare send that to anyone,”“Too late.” Trisha replied and Tom’s Jack’s and Alfie’s phones all pinged. “Fuck.”. ” Think you could have another go? “ she asks, as she drags the backs of her fingers down the length of my cock and then tickles my balls. Ordinarily I would be rock hard again by now and raring to go, but I’m thinking that I just might be too tired but my brain is screaming “YES! YES! YES! OH HELL YES!”.. but which brain is it I wonder.With Anne’s hand on my cock stroking it back to life I reach over and pull her head back up to mine and find her lips with mine and go fishing for that wicked.