I dose off in the back seat. Since TJ is now the only audience for the radio, he switches the channel from jazz to classical … piano … sounds like...Chopin. Back at the apartment, TJ and I get Alex settled on one side my soft king-size bed. TJ is doing the carrying, with her skirt now fully up to her waist, and I remove her clothes down to panties and bra. I carefully lay her skirt and stockings over the back of the chair in my bedroom. I am standing now, with my back to TJ inviting him to unzip. ‘I’m dreaming. This is a dream!’ ‘Yes,’ Chris said softly. ‘But it’s a good dream, isn’t it?’ ‘You died! I saw you die on the TV!’ I said, crying. He didn’t reply, he just held me close while I sobbed helplessly against his shoulder. When I finally calmed down some, he loosened his hold. ‘How can this be?’ I asked. He smiled at me and kissed me again. ‘The mind can do amazing, wonderful things. You needed, more than anything, to see me and feel me again, so you made it happen.’ His eyes gazed. I’m in pain now, unable to form words, grunts and groans are the only sounds I’m making. Her stroking gradually slows to a stop. I look around to find something to sit on. A beach lounger. I lay on it. Helene comes over and straddles my waist. She holds my cum in her left and examines it with her right index finger. She sticks her cum covered finger in her mouth. “Delicious” she purrs. She puts her left hand up to her mouth and licks and slurps the cum from her hand. “Has a girl ever told. But, I'm not about to get up and run over to grab one either!" she informed me. "And besides, I want to taste you when you do," she added suggestively, which nearly made me lose my load the moment she had said that.I managed to hold off, long enough at least that Janice soon afterwards climaxed, joyously digging her fingernails into my back as she did, crying out once again with a mixture of stressful release and pure pleasured need as she came. Just hearing her brought me to the brink, and I.