Images of him making love to her, images of her sucking his cock, images of her riding him. Jim woke suddenly, he had heard something and it took him ... couple of seconds to get his bearings. He looked at his watch it read twenty-two, twenty-two. He stood up, as he did he felt the cold wetness in his lap. He had had a wet dream. His mind raced as he remembered what he had done just this morning. He walked slowly up the stairs to his room and changed his shorts and trousers. As he was about to. The icy dirt sifting through her fingertips—a sharp contrast to the heat from the fire and the warmth of his touch here and now. Tonight she feels him, everywhere, caressing her, kissing her, moving over her. She opens herself to him, and surrenders. Passion burns through her like a raging fire, carries her on waves of pleasure—a feeling she thought she’d grown too old to feel. Like a warm blanket against the cold, he wraps his arms and legs around her. He is gentle and reverent. “Well jeez, don’t stop,” Vikki teases. Kelsey smiles and kisses them harder before sitting back up. She looks over at Becca and all three giggle. “Becca, I dare you to lick Vikki’s neck, ear to ear, slowly.” Kelsey grins. Becca leans over and slides her tongue slowly from Vikki’s left ear to her right ear along Vikki’s neck. Vikki lets out a soft moan placing her hands on Becca’s shoulders. Vikki’s nipples poke out through her shirt. “Oh my god you little slut,” Kelsey laughs, “Alright Vikki. ’ My passenger informed me. I heard that one before. So I told him ‘I’ll come with you and save you the walk back.’ When we got inside the warehouse we noticed there was a party in full swing with many colorful people wearing colorful costumes and a rock band playing. I hung out by the punch bowl, keeping a close eye on my fare while he looked for someone to hit up for the cab fare. I was very thirsty and consumed about three cups of a coolaid-like punch until finally my passenger came back.