I know that I was conscious of my husband pressed against my back in the standard spoon position that we have adopted as our own, but I was still firm...y asleep as I felt the hard thickness of his cock pressed against my ass, making my pussy wet just at the feeling of it. I'm not sure if it was my dreamself or my real life self, or maybe both, that pressed back against that dick, rubbing and pressing it harder against my ass, before I rolled around half way on my side, but still with my back to. She couldn’t tell this man, her doctor, that she was a fuck toy for half the town. A whore and a slut for any man, boy, or even any beast that wanted to use her. His eyes, his whole being, seem to grow as hers diminished under his gaze.“I … I … I’m sorry, Doctor Brown, Sir. I really am, but it’s not my fault,” was the only thing that came out of her mouth.His eyes narrowed and she knew she had said the wrong thing, again. “You’re sorry? You come here and waste my time? You know you’re supposed. Rick starts to kiss my neck, and these unexpected sensations are getting me worked up again. “What does she taste like, Rick, darling? I’m sure you ate her pussy, didn’t you? I’ll bet she begged you for it. Is she sweet?” Leslie pulls her fingers out of me and takes a step back. Looking into Rick’s eyes, Leslie puts her fingers in her mouth and sucks the juices off. Her eyes widen and she smiles. “I’d know your taste anywhere, baby. You came inside her not long ago. That just makes this more. But, I’ve fallen for Owen. He’s a good guy and hasn’t been pushy. But, I’ve kinda made up my mind,” said Abigail. Her friend shook her head.“You should talk to your parents before you dump on Sam. If the other guy’s got any class he’ll understand you not rushing into something like this. I mean dumping a guy like Sam while he’s being shot at! You really need to talk to your parents, especially your dad,” said Harriet. Abigail sighed.“You’re right. I will do that. My dad was always good at.