One night, in the midst of one of Karen's erotic dream sequences, the image of Gabriella, who had increasingly begun to sport a man's penis, morphed f...uidly into the image of Mickey De Angelo.*** "Gabriella," a clearly troubled Karen clandestinely intoned the next morning at the breakfast table. "I had another one of those dreams of mine last night." "You did, did you?" Then, though she already knew the answer, Gabriella continued on to inquire, "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes..." a subdued and. ‘Do you think there are any good movies on tonight?’ he asked. He flopped onto the three-person couch in the middle of the multipurpose room. He heard Ann’s bedroom door open to his right. He watched Ann step out and make her way over to the couch. She was wearing plain gray sweatpants and her college-branded sweatshirt. ‘I don’t know. Let’s take a look,’ she replied. She flopped onto the couch at the opposite end, and picked-up the remote to turn on the TV. She stopped at an old black and. I figured that I might as well get started on some of them.Later in the day, I was in the backyard cleaning up the bush I had trimmed when I noticed Kristen in the doorway, looking at me. She opened the door and came very close to me and said "Honey, I am embarrassed to ask but I need your help." I said sure and walked in the house with her. As soon as the door was closed, she threw herself down at my feet and apologized for calling me Honey, but she didn't know whether she should call me. I pulling my mouth back off of him to breath, knowing I was on the edge of orgasm. With my body tense, my legs shaking, she knew it too and moaned as she layed on the floor beneath me. She pointed my cock down towards her face as she stroked it and moaned as my cum began to exploded out, covering her face, landing in her open mouth. “Aw, yes” she said , then moaned, “Mmmmmm” milking every drop from my hard cock and making my body shake and twitch. She pushed me back and moved to her feet,.