The soft hand carefully moved on top of the material until it found my cock. I twisted around in the bed until I was more comfortable and thought to ...myself," Please , God, don't let me wake up until this dream is over." Then I though, Oh! No! Its probably Monday and the alarm is going to go off any minute. But, then, my mind quickly found its was back to what was happening to my cock. The hand had worked it free of its confinement and had wrapped itself around the newly freed cock.. Even had she been able to scream, it would have been a futile thing. The basement was soundproofed. She could not even call out. To do so would need more breath than she could intake in this position. She knew she could move her head slightly from side to side, but that served no purpose. She could see nothing in the darkness that now veiled her. How long had it been? Her arms were feeling more and more pain, as she tried to find a more comfortable position. Not that she had much leverage. From. It was a long drive back and Trish was clearly drunk and still aroused. She opened her legs wide and put her hands in our laps. She said she had fun at the club and was feeling so horny. Gee I wonder why?! Then she asked if we were horny too. So I put my fingers in her freshly pleasured cunt and felt her wetness. I said ummm yes I can tell. She let out a sigh and whispered "aren't you guys horny too? It's a long ride home, let's have some fun together." With that she slipped her hands onto both. Sometimes I have to shake myself back to reality when he's around because my mind wandering to thoughts of his big strong calloused hands running up and down my body. When I masturbate, It's his face and his body I see. I smile at myself in the bathroom mirror, admiring my assets. I have a trim waist, softly rounded hips and a generous yet tight ass. Combined with my long legs, naturally tanned complexion, 38D perky breasts and pouty lips, I could definitely use my body to my advantage. I have.