My muscles absorbed the knowledge; I started moving with grace and purpose, not flailing about without any thought or care. Every movement of my body ...as deliberate, full of purpose—to defeat my opponent.After training for hours, for maybe even a full day, I finally asked Azrael when I would wake up. "Time passes more slowly in the dream," she answered. "What seems like minutes in your mind is only seconds in the waking world." Like Inception?" The Angel gave me a puzzled look, her scarlet. Mid-morning, the cellphone on my hip rang.I answered it. "This is Dan." Dan Granger, this is Ernie Richard." Sheriff Ernie," I laughed. "How you doin', buddy?" Stompin' out crime, boy," he laughed. "Look, I got something I need to talk to you about. Concerns your wife, but I want to talk to you first."My antennae extended fully. "Whatcha got?" Her mom. Still in an Arkansas prison, but she's trying to find out about her daughter now." Mighty motherly of her," I asked. "It's been four months. Maybe it was betterthat he was almost never permitted to go outdoors.Parker was yanked back from his dreamy state to reality by the sound ofthe heavy knocker on the front door. He shook himself back to fullconsciousness and went to answer it. When he swung open the heavy doorhe gasped. Confronting him was Sula, the girl he had once seen as hisheartthrob. Alongside her, with his large hand around her small fingers,was a tall, darkly handsome guy. Parker belatedly recognized him asJarrod,. Becky twitched and tried to contain her sounds of release, her fingers still haltingly rubbing her bud. Christine continued to stroke the toy slowly in and out of her niece’s clinging pussy, noticing that Becky’s toes were curled and she had her fingers tightly fisted into the pillow over her mouth.Once Becky’s muscles relaxed, Christine withdrew the toy, setting off another wave of climax in the redhead. Becky caressed her quivering folds and moaned into the pillow while Christine sucked her.