.." he murmured. "go on...suck it". I readjusted my seating and lowered my face towards his stomach. I pulled his foreskin all the way back. The smell...of cock was all around the car and the air was warm and moist. I grabbed the base of his cock and his balls in my left hand and pointed his cock upwards. I let his cock lips touch the lips of my mouth and then took his swollen hot head into my mouth and onto my tongue. I kept it there for a moment just rubbing my tongue against the glands of his. At the sound of her pleasure, his cock swelled inside of her.Holly hid her smile against his neck. “but we don’t have to talk about it. We can just feel it.” she used the tight, velvet muscles of her pussy to squeeze him, making his head rock, side to side, his eyes closing in blissful agony.“and it doesn’t always look like this,” she murmured, urging him over with her, pulling him on top of her. He looked surprised but pleased by the change, propping himself above her. “sometimes it’s raw.. It was a coincidence.When he dreamed of playing center field at Yankee stadium, so did several of his buddies: again, no surprise there.But now that nature bestowed erections on Peter, his dreams got downright personal.Fortunately, Peter's dreams only broadcast to his other "dream participants", if they weren't fictional. When Peter pretended to kiss Karen, the class hottie, only Karen had the same dream, no one else.Peter began putting two and two together when Karen began showing a keen. "Thanks," I said, my eyes adjusting from the buglight glare of the terminal to the dark interior of the coach. I scanned up and down but every pair of seats had at least one taken, most by dozing older folks or wary-looking migrant workers. There was a somewhat chubby girl about my age, 23 or so, with pulled-back brown hair and a spaghetti-strap purple blouse, sitting looking out the window about halfway back. Better her than some old guy drooling on me, that was for sure.We nodded to each.