God, what a delicious dream! While he was on the west coast, she'd frig herself mercilessly, reliving every moment of this! It was strange how her min... could be so 'aware' during a dream, though. Next time she saw Carl Jung she'd have to ask him about that.His tongue flicked again and again over the itchy, twitchy gash of Tricia's cunt. She squirmed and moaned with each lick, her own fingers busy deep inside. He took the fingers out of her hole and sucked the juices from them, then re-inserted. Not just once more, not just twice, but thrice, during which she went limp and passed out.What happened after that, she could not say. Nor how long she was unconscious. When she awoke, she was covered entirely in cum. Not only that, but it dripped from her cunt and her bottom and her mouth (it tasted oddly like toasted marshmallows she decided, somewhat surprised). She lay upon the edge of a large pool of water upon a small grassy knoll, beside the path she’d been travelling, or so she thought,. But to my surprise she apologized and lent me a lungi and told me I could go home if I wanted to. I told her it was okay.I didn’t want to pass up an amazing chance to fuck her and have my revenge. As I was changing into the lungi, I was certain she was watching me.So I turned towards the door and held my dick in my hand. I did so as to give her the green signal. And in a flash the door flung wide open and my sexy bitch teacher pounced onto me like a predator. She kissed me on my neck and ran. " Looking forward to it," Jim smiled in reply; Scooter could see that he was loosening up a bit."Scoot, Jim," Crystal said. "I don't know if you know Kevin or not," she said, introducing him to the blonde young man."We've met," Scooter said. "I can't recall running with you though, Kev." Same here," Jim said."I better warn you," Crystal smiled, "Kevin is pretty strange; he's one of the few boatmen I've ever seen who actually shaves every day, and gets a haircut after every trip. He's a good.