I whispered to her to hold still while I relaxed slightly. She leant forward and lay quietly with her head on my shoulder and my cock up to its hilt i...side her. I gently stroked her back and I don't suppose anyone else noticed in the semi darkness, with the loud music that we were actually fucking. Suddenly I noticed she was gently moving her hips in tune with the beat of the party music and I responded by twitching my cock deliberately to match the rhythm. We didn't dare do anything too. As with dreams, things moved at a different pace. The power of dreaming removed all of our clothing with none of the usual fumbling and clumsiness that is involved... just sudden intimate nakedness. A white fluffy rug was covering the floor in front of us - it must have been there from the start, but did not become a detail until this point in the dream. The wine bottle and glasses were similarly removed, as if they never were, to join our clothing in the nothingness of dreams.The firelight. " I smiled a little to take some of the sting out of my words. "It is hard enough providing for my own needs without having to support other people's bad habits too."I could tell right away she wasn't that impressed with my answer as she jumped up from the sofa, flipped me the "bird" and walked into the kitchen and grabbed herself a beer from my fridge. She popped off the cap and took a healthy swig as she returned to the living room. Setting her beer down on my coffee table, she turned her. “We might as well get to it.” We walked into the kitchen to find everything spotless. Wendy was putting the last of the leftovers in the refrigerator. The garbage bags had been sealed, recycling taken out, food put away, dishes done, and I think she even mopped the kitchen floor.“Wendy!” we all shouted at once. The poor girl was startled and shrank back.“You didn’t need to do all this. You are so sweet!” Melody said as she hugged her tiger-haired friend.“I wanted to give you a birthday.