She moaned slightly as a pair of fingers were worked into her tight passage. He stroked and sucked and licked her as she gasped out an orgasm. Michael...lifted his head from her crotch and took a nipple in between his teeth, rolling it around and biting down on it as her body shook. He moved forward, sitting on her chest. Desirees face jerked as she felt a dick slap her cheek before he guided her mouth onto it. She sucked on the tip for a moment, moving down and taking half of the length in. All I was left with was the tantalizing scent of expensive perfume encircling me, and I had to shake it off before I could step out into the real world to catch my bus. Luckily work was a distraction, and I could paint, and sculpt, and create to my heart’s content. The rest of the week went the same way, and by next Friday evening at five o’ clock, I’d sort of given up on Isis being anything more than bedroom fantasy fodder. I left work with a friend, and we talked all the way to the bus stop.. In the flickering torchlight I recognized the path back to my hut. As my eyes become accustomed to the twilight I realized that all were involved in some kind of orgy. Nothing frantic, women were sitting in men's laps. Men were lapping at breasts. The only universal was that no matter what they were doing it didn't stop them from staring at me. It was wonderful and in a whimsical manner, I waved at them. In no time I was brought into the hut. The men with their full erections did not stand for. I told Jasmine about these dreams, she was freaked out at first but later told me that there is no way she was going to be with another man, considering she was raised by the tradition Hispanic heritage. A part of me was disappointed. Months went by, and I continued to have the same dreams, over and over again. I told my self, in order for me to stop having these dreams, I am going to have to fulfill it, and I had a plan. We had planned a trip to visit San Antonio. In the week before we.