Well, the dream version anyway. Jamie stopped off at the Hilton to move us from the hot tub to the bed so we didn't turn into a giant prune, and then ...joined us for a little quality time together. Okay, a lot of quality time, but dream time is very subjective and what seemed like hours actually didn't take up that much time, which was good because Lizzy and Allison still wanted explanations. These were explanations that neither Angela nor Amber, or anyone else for that matter, would ever have. She slowly puts her leg up on my side and would rub her clit and then rub down the length of my cock to my balls, coating it with her sweet pussy juice from her fingers. I was going crazy from the feeling I was getting, her pussy muscles pulsing on my head, juice flowing out of her young hole. I was loving it and I knew I wanted more. I had told her that we needed to stop, but now I just wanted to keep going.I felt her hand move up to her clit and she started frigging it faster and faster,. “stay here then, you can get back early in the morning” she casually told. “ya that would be nice, but are you sure?” I asked in a doubt. “yes, but you have to crash on the couch, and leave early morning”. “okay, I understand”. “cool, so we can have another round then?” and she showed me a whiskey bottle. “perfect” She went ahead and started making a drink for both of us at the counter, while I rested comfortably on her sofa with a beautiful view of her ass in her tight gym wear. ” you like my. "Could be, I've never looked into it." She looked up at him shyly. "Are you asking me to the dance?" Sure." He thought about what she'd said, and realized that, indirectly, she had just asked him. "Uh, that is, will you go to the dance with me?"Her smile lit the hallway. "Why yes, of course I will."They had to part before he could say much more. He tried to picture her in a dress—the most he'd seen her in had been the jeans and tee-shirt she normally wore to school—and surprised himself by.