He removes my bra, and sits back for a moment gazing upping my triple D breasts. He places his hands on my breasts, then taking them one at a time int...o his mouth. Sucking and pinching each one with precision, knowing just how to turn me on, and how much it makes my pussy wet. I love to watch him enjoy my breasts, such a beautiful sight. I need him. We stand up, pulling off the rest of our clothes. He backs me against the wall, we kiss, our hands exploring each other. I break our embrace and. She looked at me askance.“Hey,” I said. “They’re just dreams. And I gave up men to join the convent.”“I think you’re supposed to give up thinking about men, too,” said Melody.“Which is why I decided, after a few years of prayer and reflection, that maybe being a nun wasn’t for me.”“And did you decide this before you went on the run with him and he dreamed about you ... or after.”“They’re very realistic dreams,” I sighed. “Very. Speaking of which, when we were watching you, it looked like you. I moved my one leg and touched his hard cock. I managed to rub his cock slowly with my feet while Brad was working hard on my pussy with his two fingers. “Stop, stop,” I said breathing heavy. Brad stopped and pulled out his wet fingers from my pussy. I got up from the couch, took off my dress and then I looked at Brad’s hard cock. Bending over him a little I stroked his cock a couple of times and then I sat in his lap facing him. I guided his cock inside my pussy and Brad seemed very shocked to. The louder I yelled at them, the better. It needed to really get everyone within earshot looking over to see what is going on. Once people realize that I was really blind and these thugs were picking on me, things would be much better. Karen said that since I looked closer to twelve than fourteen that dropping down to cry in frustration once everything was done would go over really well to throw off the chance any of us are agents. They were going to make sure that when it happens, they will.