“Dayum! Oh,…..fuck yeahhhhhhhh!!!” She voices her last coherent thought, as the line between perception and imagination blurs in the eye of her ...mind. ‘Is this real, or is it just a dream? What is that fragrance?’ Her rational mind is still fighting a losing battle for control of logic. She can almost swear she feels someone else sucking her tits, and caressing her body intimately….perhaps more intimately than Eddie is capable of… or maybe it’s just her misgivings about men generally taking form. Like my mouth filling with spit at the scent of some delicious smelling food. That's the closest I can put it. And this throbbing. I should know what that's like - when I'm hard and fucking horny and my dick is throbbing at me. Only it's not my dick. I feel it outside of me. My hand touches my pussy lips and I find where the throbbing is. It's the lips. I'm suddenly... I rub my thighs together slightly at the sudden feeling. This hot throbbing and I can feel this liquid that shouldn't be there. Lucy went to the area where condoms were sold and had me purchase a three-pack of cherry-flavored lubricated condoms. I assumed this was going to be a gag gift for one of her lady friends when we got home. It did not take long for me to learn that was not the case. That night when we returned to our room for dinner she called room service and ordered a bottle of our favorite champagne. After the first glass was finished, We took a long hot shower together. After the shower, she proceeded to. On the other occasions our mutual love for a certain footballclub had seen us build bridges and chat for ages about games andplayers old and new.Later that night when Dad returned from work I could hear themdiscussing the situation again I thought I heard my name beingmentioned but maybe not, there was a bit of arguing , I could tell thatmy Dad was certainly dead against getting Social Service involved andwas determined that we should deal with it in the family as he feltMelissa would be taken.