My legs are apart and I feel slightly excited as though something amazing is about to happen.I stay on my hands and knees and look down at the grass a...nd up to the sky. For some reason I never look behind me throughout the dream. Suddenly I feel something warm and firm pushing into my slightly wet pussy. It doesn’t hold back or try to be gentle. It just rams right in as soon as it has opened me up. I gasp as it fills me and then it starts pounding at me. Pulling all the way out and ramming all. I’ll tell everyone that you’re a blonde, younger version of Angelina Jolle without the kids or Brad to encumber you.”She grinned at me. “What was Craig talking about the money pit and ham vacation?”“The money pit is his name for a house where he hangs out with radios and antennas. He and his wife live in a condo in Vero Beach, Florida. He also has a nice motor home. Hamcation is a big hamfest in February that many of this group attend. It’s in Orlando and is a big deal.”“Okay, Todd. Let’s eat. I was getting so excited that my cock was oozing pre-cum, I wanted a cock so badly that my dildo actually tasted like a cock. Imagined a guy feeding me his cock; as I hungrily excepted he moaned and trusted his hips back and forth feeding me slowly to save himself for a hot fuck later. I felt that it was time to move on, I felt that it was necessary to start lubing up my ass because I could tell this session wouldn’t last long, my cock was starting to hurt from the amount of teasing I was doing. ”“We should probably get some breakfast so we can head back to Indy,” Jessica said. “I have to be at work at 8:00am tomorrow morning. You guys are OK with being there while I’m working?”“I plan to work tomorrow,” I said. “And Kara has a new hobby!”“Besides us?” Jessica teased.“Yes!” Kara giggled. “Counted cross-stitch. Cindi used to do it when she lived here and I found it fascinating. I’m just learning, so it takes me a lot longer to do it than it does Cindi.”“What are you stitching?”“Right.