It seemed like I should spit out a stream of chewin' tabaccy or something when I said that. Hell, I was even doing exercises with Navajo Pete – that...s how bored I was.So when Martinez rang the bell, I was like a racehorse: ready to go, lead me to the starter's pistol, put me in coach, I'm ready to play.Of course, "we" had something to do first. We had to make the camper livable. That meant a trip to Gallup to rent a storage space, and to move all the unnecessary stuff into that. Why were we. She smiled lightly, it was really working. This whole lucid dreaming thing wasn't a hoax, it sure felt like someone was actually touching her.The light grazing continued around her pussy for a little while and then a finger dipped into her love tunnel and back out again, running a track of her honey up around her clit, caressing it softly. She gasped in pleasure. Her dream lover was slow and deliberate, taking his time to pleasure her. Mackenzie wanted to see who was there, but she was afraid. She would be getting more and more aroused with every motion. Suddenly, Honey noticed the bulge in the man’s pants. Hmm … wonder how much he can stand. Honey grabbed the woman by her hair, pulled her close and pushed her to her knees. Grinning at the man like the Cheshire cat, she shoved the woman’s face in her shaven pussy. “Eat my pussy. Make me cum.” The woman was timid in her approach at first, as if she had never eaten pussy before. However, before too long she was greedily sucking. She licked her lips. Chuck leaned forward and watched the progress of her tongue.“I’ve been looking forward to having one of these all week,” Betsy said.Chuck sat down and tried to calm down as he said, “I just made that batch.”“It’s really good,” Betsy said.She rubbed the chilled glass across the bare skin of her upper chest. Since her eyes were looking down at his crotch, she had a good idea of how he reacted, but didn’t correlate that to her actions with the glass. She was just happy that he.