"Ned, I really do enjoy sex with you. But I do wish I got to choose the time better and didn't feel so compelled."Ned grasped her hand and squeezed it... grinning. "Thanks, babe. Ya think this will boost yer Dream power more?"Cassie looked troubled. "I'm hoping not, to be honest." Well, jus' try it out tonight. I'm game." You know I don't feel right about this, Ned." Babe, c'mon, I want ya to do this. I wanna be an open book to ya."Cassie shuddered, barely visible, as if she had tried to suppress. She dragged her closed hand along the shaft, using finger pad pressure to add pleasure on the vein tract. Zack’s heartbeat drummed in sync: the thump in Candy’s ear pressed to Zack’s chest and her finger grazing his cock vein were in time. Zack was long. Candy’s hand covered less than half his length in her warm rounded palm. Candy used these introductory moments to explore Zack’s texture and topography. Her stroke was slow and tantalizing. Zack grew thicker and harder as the short time. Or "Daddy, my car is getting old, I really want a new one". She didn't always get what she asked for, but usually, the more Mommy begged, the more likely that whatever she had asked for would be in her closet or driveway the next week. She would beg and tease him for several minutes before Daddy would groan and push her head down onto his cock with one hand. Mommy knew it was time to get serious once Daddy did that. She'd begin sucking his cock in earnest. From that point on, Mommy wouldn't. From that point on our relationship quickly grew, and after another date she asked me to her apartment. I accepted, wondering where this was going to go.When we entered her apartment, my heart was again racing. She had a very tiny place, it was just her room, a closet, and a bathroom. No kitchen and no other rooms. But she had decorated it very well. She had candles everywhere (several she lit as soon as we walked in), a bed with lots of fluffy and silk pillows, a chair and chest of drawers.We.