Funny how dreams remain so simple, and yet to arrive at those dreams one has to cross streams of complexities, seas of conflict and confrontation, and...oceans of uncertainty. There is no grander, more illustrious, and more farfetched dream than the simple dream, and most of us, through the course of our temporary lives, save those dreams like ships in a bottle, wasting our time, our years, not in pursuit of our simple dreams, but coping with realities.On the short walk to the bodega, Maryam saw. He flopped back down on his pillow in frustration. Shit! That was just a dream? But it was so real! Even the pleasure was so real, so intense! I could feel tongues, and lips, and... His morning wood was throbbing and tingling with pleasure, so much so that he pulled the sheets down and looked at his crotch to understand what was happening. But there was no Katherine secretly blowing him under the covers or any other pleasant surprise like that.Was that a wet dream fantasy? Or some kind of. She needed to be closer to him, to feel his hard body against her. She reached one hand up into his hair and lightly pulled. PJ growled. He reached both hands under her legs and hoisted her up until he was carrying her and her back hit the wall. “Are you wet enough to use that vibrator yet?” He reached his hand under the waistband of her yoga pants and panties to feel her between kisses. She certainly was wet. Jenna moaned. His rough fingers felt so amazing. He let his fingers linger over her. She asks him ~"How does it feel? How does it feelto have a nice big one getting ready to screw your brains out?"Rick: Could do nothing, his legs were shaking from being so far apart.His little weak arms could barely hold himself up. Moisture begins toflow from his vaginal area, he feels Brenda's hand rubbing against herpussy lips. He feels nothing but pleasured thoughts.Brenda: Pulls Rick's salt and pepper hair, she makes him look at hisknew body. Brenda's penis is now fully erect, she begins.