His dreaming mind had translated the physical sensations his sleeping body was experiencing into the form of a sexy dream, and his cock had hardened a...cordingly.Jesse wondered if his cock was actually inside Kristen's pussy. He still couldn't move, but he could feel his penis throb a little at the thought.Kristen made a little "Mmn" sound as she felt that. Was she awake? Why had she done this? Jesse couldn't figure it out.Jesse's cock quickly became rock hard as he continued to think that it. Beyond the banks lies miles of hills and forests, without any sign of civilization’s lines and angles. The warm afternoon seems eternal, and he wishes the sun would slip down further, bringing the welcome cool of evening, and a time to rest his aching muscles. She is there suddenly, crouching beside a bush on the bank, with dark eyes locked onto his, and in that moment his world stops. Before he can process the meaning of this strange event, she turns and is gone, as quickly as she had. It wasn't a concert; it was just background music that Donnie liked to have rather than turning on the sound system.They played for about 45 minutes, and then would take about a 15 minute break. The couple would get a snack, use the bathroom and circulate to meet the guests. Most of the men would make subtle advances toward her. It was a difficult balance of being nice but trying to not encourage them. As the night went on, she spent more and more of her time adjusting her make-up in the. She had managed to secure a date-one date, with Garak. There was no good reason to feel such infatuation with the Tailor . . . at least not yet. They had barely had one conversation. Still, she looked forward to dinner with Garak in a way that she had not looked forward to anything, past or present, in years. What she could not foresee was how Garak was feeling at the same moment, that this was the first time in his five years of exile that he actually felt any sort of true happiness-even to.