She fought me until hugged she me. I whispered, “I’m glad you’re home.”“Dean!” Renée called out.“Stop molesting that girl and come here...” Zoë’s voice turned my head.“You’re not Kia...” The blonde hid behind my sister. My stomach turned. I had to get to my feet myself and I was awkward at it as I swung my knees underneath me and climbed up. “My God, Zoë. You brought her here.”“She was stuck with a gay guy,” Zoë walked Elizabeth out in front of her. “Basically, on the hook for Reggie. If I had. But then, a crazy idea hit my mind at that time. Why lick oil when you can eat honey.So, I told her to stay put right there and went to get honey from her kitchen. came back and pour honey all over her body. Tits, pussy, asshole, ass crack. Licked every inch of her body.I poured honey while we were kissing each other. I licked her body out in no time, we played with our mouths and honey for a while, we were getting all nasty but it turned us on! we loved doing nasty stuff. She blew my cock like. I loved the feel of his hot flesh inside my mouth. He held my head down tight as he ground his cock as deep as he could into my mouth. I came again.Rick’s legs slapped against my ass as he kept thrusting in and out of me. I coated his cock over and over with my warm cum.It was as though I had no control over my body. Joe was controlling my head and Rick was controlling my lower body. And I wasn’t even able to control my own orgasms. It was like I was floating in some erotic dream. I didn’t want. In my dream, we were together, somewhere. It was dark, and we were inside, sitting in front of a roaring fireplace, no other lights in the room. A bottle of wine was next to us, and we were laughing and talking. The firelight danced in your eyes, and on your lips. Your lips invited me to kiss them, which I did, softly at first, and then stronger, with more passion.As with dreams, things moved at a different pace. The power of dreaming removed all of our clothing with none of the usual fumbling.