She held it out to me. "I have been having dreams about this man," she announced in a mechanical manner. "What is his name?" I asked in a note of di...sbelief. "His name is Halliwell," she said. My bllod went cold and I snatched the sketch from her and tore it into a multitude of fragments before tossing them into the trash. "He's told me things that no one would know. Only us. He knows what we've done in the past and he knows....." her voice faded off. "Knows what, Amy?" "That I think. His cock gradually thickened and rose, 'Open her pussy', he gruffly said to his salivating wife, she licked her finger and crudely fingered my cunt, pulling my pink petals open.I slid forward and opened my legs fully, the old man rising and dropping to his knees between them, his wife gripping his cock and brushing my front with it, until I started to swell and lubricate, 'She's ready', his wife said excitedly, as she guided him into me with a wanking motion.I closed my eyes as he went in. I also couldn't tell you how many times I orgasmed. I only know I orgasmed on just about everyone of them. I glanced at the clock and it was a little after three in the morning. It had been almost seven hours since I stepped out on the stage! I couldn't believe it. It only seemed like I had been out there for a couple of hours. They got the bachelor back on the stage and I did a half a dozen final face squats on him, soaking his face pretty good with my cunt juice. Since it was the final. I can get away with that.”“Great! Talk to you later Cindy.”“You bet!” she said excitedly as she hung up the phone.Cindy turned and went back to her room, closed the door and sat on her bed. What had she gotten herself into she asked herself. Sliding across her bed she opened the drawer on her nightstand to retrieve the small box Henry had given her. She laid back on the bed, took the necklace out and lifted it above her, letting it twirl as it untangled. Looking at it she thought about Henry,.