"Shall we make a donation and climb upto the top?" I asked her. I'd lived here all my life, but I'd never beeninside the lighthouse. "Absolutely," Sam... replied as we made our way inside. We waited our turnand ascended the steep spiral staircase. The ocean view from the top wasbeyond explanation. It was absolutely magnificent. I found myself wishingthat I had my camera with me. We made our way back down the tower and reality set in. "Ok, now how arewe going to get home?" I asked her. "You're. " Yeah, in a minute," said Pete whose hands were still ranging over her body."Baby, you sure are pretty," he said in her ear."Ok, time's up," called Tom his voice husky with lust."Yeah, sis," said Bill, "Come to your loving brother."Tom watched as his wife was roughly manhandled by each man in turn, aware how hard his cock was."Come here, darling," he called out when he couldn't hold out any longer. "Let's loose these."He rolled her knickers down her shapely thighs and she kicked them off into. ”The rocking of Michel’s hips and the sound of mine and Stephen’s moaning continued. I didn’t want it to end. I had never felt this aroused in my life. It was as though Stephen was actually fucking me. I didn’t open my eyes. I wanted to keep that thought in my head. Yes, it was Stephen’s cock that was pounding away at my cum filled pussy.After what seemed like almost an hour, Stephen spoke.“Oh, baby, I’m going to cum, I can’t hold it back any longer.”It was perfect timing. I could feel by the. It was a dream. A nightmare. Flying dreams are common, I tell myself.So are falling dreams. I'm still here, still in my bedroom. I'm stillAdrian Gant, and everything in this room is mine. My bed. My pictures.My computer. My window.The blanket beside me gently rises, then falls to the level it hadpreviously been. My wife. Ella. Our son Cody is in the next roomover. This is my house. This is my life. The clock on my nightstandsays it's still 3am.I take a deep breath, calm myself, rest.