As we soaped each other, using far more touching than necessary, my cock hardened to it full size. Stephen took my cock along with his together in his...one hand and started stroking both. I closed my eyes and sank into the feeling. “Does that feel good?” he asked. “Oh yes,” I breathed. “Let’s get dried off,” he said. We stepped out and dried each other, again using far more touching than necessary. We walked out to the bed and lay down next to one another. My cock was still very erect and. She just got riled. Now she's thinkin' 'bout it. She ain't hasty." It'll work out." Reckon it will." Gordy, phone!" came Weena's voice. I hadn't even heatd it ring.It was Chuck, wanting to make sure that all they had to bring was a sweet. I told him they could come empty-handed and whenever they wanted. Looking at the kitchen clock I saw it was already just past noon."Weena?" We're upstairs." I forgot. Or did I tell you I told Chuck to bring a sweet?" You didn't tell me. But I guessed you had.". She had not known he was invited and his presence threw her off. She had snapped at him for no reason at all and he had just turned his back on her. That hurt.Then Liz Menotti appeared and dragged him off. She watched them dancing together and it made her angry. It was not a conscious anger born of a reason. The anger came from her subconscious. She felt irritation seeing Joey dance with Liz."Hey Deirdre!" somebody called.She almost jumped. Turning toward the voice, she saw it was Mike Helmont,. “Oops! We need more towels!” While she giggled as last of the cum got emptied on her, the doorbell rang and the amazing dream ended.She was on the couch with her legs spread wide open and her hand was inside her pussy while the other was pinching her nipple. She looked disoriented but gained senses as the doorbell kept ringing. “It must be chicken 65,” she said to herself as she walked towards the door. Her robe is open and revealing all of her cleavage and her bare pussy.She opened the door.