He put his cock on her tits and humped her till he stopped shuddering. She removed herself and cleaned up. He was sleeping, and she thought, he sure n...eds the rest. He woke and noted that it was five in the morning. He found he was hard and wanted another fuck. “This woman is one hell of a lay!” he thought.She had her back to him. His eyes having adjusted to the darkness, he saw how beautiful Sheela was in the fluorescent night lamp.Slowly, he turned her round until she was on her back. Lying. Currently your only hope was the college which your siblings graduated from a month ago. You had been waitlisted and, though you could never know for sure unless they sent over their financial aid information, you seriously doubted you could pay even just the tuition.And so it happened on the last day of high school. You were lying on your bed staring at the ceiling skipping class. No one would miss you, not that many seniors bothered showing up on the last day anyway. You heard the mail come. I felt that I’d fallen in a pit filled with giant cocks that slithered. It felt wonderful, they would slither to my face and explode cum all over me. They dragged cum all over my body, slipping and sliding all around.In my dream I had a powerful orgasm and awoke. I felt so satisfied, I looked down and the dildo was still in my cunt. I drove the dildo into my cunt, fucking myself harder and harder. Soon I was gasping with every stroke, as I felt myself losing control.These powerful dreams were. “I don’t hate God. I don’t even hate religion so long as it’s sane, but so few of them are sane. I prefer spirituality. More of a sense of doing the right thing rather than asking a book to spit out the moral code for you to follow. The fact that the book is over two thousand years old, is edited heavily to say what the early church founders wanted it to say and several of the stories are stolen from older religious stories only compounds how ridiculous it is to use it as a yard-stick for.