Her bed is somehow different, the usual morning scents sweeter, her bed warmer, her body telling her tales usually reserved for much later when she ha... fully awakened. Her hand wanders between her legs only to find another, parting her lips, tenderly caressing her folds, opening her gently, driving her passionately. Her hand joins the phantom hand within her, soon becoming of a part with it, and she falls into a deeper, trancelike sleep.She remembers the lovely sylph who curled behind her. "You're so beautiful." He started to kiss me again and I could taste me on him, then his hands slid under my bra and cupped my breasts. His hands were so warm...and then his fingers started to trace circles around my nipples.He pulled the bra off too and then sucked hard on one of my nipples and it was unbelievable how simple the pleasure was. He kneaded the other breast while he did this before switching off.Finally he pulled away and stood on his knees, rubbing his penis until it was slightly. As she stared at her cum-filled cunt, she became acutely aware of her womanhood. Her pussy was still pleasantly sore from the repeated fuckings Bart had given her the day he took the photos and again when she picked them up. With hot female pleasure, she mentally counted the number of times he had fucked her and shot his cum into one of her waiting holes or all over her body. Once after the photo shoot.. four times that night in his apartment.. again at his photo studio yesterday and three. The fact that she came to bed naked tipped him off, but in their little innocent control games, he had to pretend not to know her intentions. Her expert fingers working eagerly on his member left no doubt about her intentions, though.When she kissed him, he detected a modest hint of alcohol, which was normal for her nights of cards with her friends. The little she had probably imbibed should not put any kind of damper on their love-making. Pretending resignation, he put the book aside, knowing.