I had no idea of what she was expecting to happen or if she may have had an idea of what was about to happen.Sam looked at me and smiled. He left the ...oom, gesturing me to follow him. We went out to his kitchen and he mixed up some drinks. One for each of us. Handing me one he tipped his glass up in front of me and offered a toast.'To our sluts. May they always bring us happiness and great sex. May they also enjoy what they do for us too.'We clinked our glasses together and swallowed a bit. I. “Our school had nothing like this back home. And we are in a huge city with a fairly good reputation for the performing arts. This is probably the most advanced technical equipment I’ve ever seen used in amateur settings. I’m impressed!” Mr. Kline’s grin spread from ear to ear. “Ah, an aficionado of the arts! Tell me, Brandee, do you act?” “Yes, as a matter of fact I was leading lady in all six plays back at my old school. I’m hoping to go to a performing arts school back in Boston after I. I was surprised at how super horny I was and realized I was going to come pretty soon. I got into position just in time to let a load fly that landed on the lower part of her flat belly and just to the side of her gaping pussy lips. As she was rubbing her pussy, she started to get cum on her fingers but it must have felt just like pussy juice in her dreams because she just kept rubbing it in and out of her slit. Finally, her dream must have ended and she rolled over onto her side away from me. I could see her, naked before me, beckoning me toward her. I could see myself approaching her, see her reaching out for my cock, could feel my cock grow in her hands, saw myself cumming... Then suddenly, I woke up, realizing I'd had my first wet dream since I was a teenager. Once more, Callie had crept into my psyche. 'How do I stop this? It's Catherine I want, not her daughter! I got out of bed, looked at the time, and saw that the alarm was about to sound, so I got up, showered, and changed.