Once he reached Gunnar’s house, he fixed some drinks.I removed my tight dress; so both guys could see me there, just wearing a tiny black thong and ...my stilettos.As I sat back on the sofa with a glass of red wine in my hand, I begged them to strip for me.Alan was already rock hard as expected but my good friend Gunnar still needed some more encouragement, since his dick was only half hard.I ordered him to get down on his knees. I stood and walked over to Alan. I then grabbed his hard dick and. I was uncomfortable not knowing fully if this were a dream or not. But I did it, I promised her."It will not be easy. I will be here in your dream world to help guide you, but nothing I tell you will remain with you on a conscious level. It will be just like you don't remember being here prior to the coma, you won't remember being here now. You will have to guide yourself largely through your feelings and intuition."And with that, my eyes snapped open***I woke up in this strange apartment in. I could see her out of the corner of me eye as one of her hands lifted off the floor and she began to rub her already perked nipple again. Pulling back, I took in her entire beautiful rear with my eyes. Grinning silently, I ran my tongue up her crack once more, only this time I lapped at the puckered hole of her ass, circling it and teasing it. She started to tremble as I did this, gasps turning into pants as I felt her muscles tense with ecstasy. Sliding my tongue into her slit again, I lapped. “Locate tracking source,” he told it. He banked his flyer into a tight circle, killing off most of his forward speed. No matter how depressed he was, this old thing was fun to fly. He was down to less than two hundred kph. In a few minutes, the flyer squatted down in the hard, dry ground. The air cushion created by the turbine blew sand and dust high into the air.His console beeped.'Tracking source located.''Tabor Investigations, Inc. Bozeman, Mt.''Turbine shutdown procedure initiated.'So, it.