The sun's going down. No sign of anyone. No sign of you. If this is a dream which I now honestly believe it is, where the hell are you? The beach seem... isolated, just the murmur of the sea... an occasional gull squawking. Inland, there seems to be nothing much… no sign of human life at least, darkening trees, not tropical. No tell-tale pin points of light, no music nothing.It is beautiful, serene and a little scary. I am expectant of my dream to turn the usual route… some monster, some beast to. I was in fact twenty-two years old, the same as Monica, and fought a constant battle to get her to treat me accordingly."Oh, sweetheart," Monica soothed in exactly the tone used for cranky toddlers. "I'm not treating you like a little BOY."Despite her reassuring tone, something about what she said set off little alarm bells in my mind, and she still did not release my hand. Quite the opposite in fact. As we neared the stairs she pulled me closer and protectively wrapped her arm around my waist.. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his outfit and then deliberately flicked it at her, a huge grin spreading over his face.Sophie flinched as the sauce splattered her, utterly confused. Then she looked up to see both Ash and David both grinning broadly at her.'Great! Go with that!' Called out Mike, and while Sophie watched in bewilderment, David grabbed a bottle of strawberry sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and bare tummy. Sophie let out a. And now I’m going to do it to you.’ I say. Standing her up, I switch places with her. Turning her around so she is facedown on the bed, I begin to pull her skirts up around her waist until the only thing left is her pantaloons. I begin a slow, delicious rubbing right where her slit is. She jumps at the contact, as my rubbing grows more direct. ‘Charles…what are you doing? Stop now or I’ll scream’ she implores. Pulling her pantaloons down to her knees, I bury my face into her hot sex from.