Heather had black hair though, like Lara’s. She was kneeling in front of me. I was naked. She was smiling at me, rubbing my erection. I threw my hea... back as I felt her take me into her mouth. The sensation was unbelievably real.I was struggling to hold onto the dream. Incongruously, I felt Heather’s mouth on me, but she was not touching me anymore. She and Lara were sitting nude, cross-legged and facing each other, talking about something I couldn’t understand. Every few moments they’d look up. “Do you remember where you rubbed the front on my pussy? Push there gently from the outside” she said between gasps. I gently pushed and rubbed as Miriam kept sliding the vibrator in and out of her cunt. Her eyes bugled and she started to move the vibrator faster and faster. She stopped for a second and suddenly the vibrator sounded like a motorcycle ripping down the street. Miriam pumped it so fast her hand was a blur. I kept massaging from the top of her clit to her G-spot from the outside. “Okay, but I need somewhere to put my coat first.” – I reply. He smiles, and claims I can use the basement since no one ever goes down there. Once we go through the door, and down the stairs, I can see why. The basement is literally pure storage. The only safe haven is a small pocket of space on the other side of the room, which is barely lit and secluded via a few walls and boxes. The dim light-bulb barely lights the way as he pulls me toward the open space. We maneuver over boxes and. We kissed again. Suddenly she took her face out of my hands and said this is not right!!! Well, after all, we were watching Unfaithful… the effect had to be there and the dialogue was bound to come… ;) I convinced her somehow and she agreed.This time I went a step ahead and convinced her for a little more than a kiss on the lips- a smooch!!! We smooched for a few minutes and then smooched for a few more times that day… That evening, while having dinner, I asked my sister, “You were not talking.