She unfastened the clip at the back of her head and brushed the day's knots and tangles from her thick blonde hair, sitting before the antique vanity ...mirror on a padded stool. Her thoughts went back to the last time she and Phillip had been together, other than their daytime meetings for job-hunting. They had borrowed a car from a friend of his from school and driven up into the New York upstate hillsides. Her heart nearly missed a beat even now, thinking about the beauty and romance of it all.. He turned and was making his way to the bed, being careful to not bang his shin against the wooden bed frame, when the bedside light clicked on.There, sitting together were both Ellen and Linda again, dressed in tantalizing lingerie and sitting up against the headboard."It's about time you came aboard, sailor," Ellen said, keeping her voice low and sultry."This seems to be becoming a regular thing," David said, as he removed his clothes while watching the two women, appreciating what they were. She reached down with one hand and rubbed her clit until she came, but Roger never even realized it. He was surprised when she reached back to push him away. She dropped to her knees and wrapped both hands around his thick cock. She could barely fit more than the tip of it inside her mouth but she tried to stuff her mouth with his cock. Roger grunted and Cara felt the surge of his seed fill her mouth cavity. She gulped but nearly choked. Her hands twisted around his cock and pumped it until. Her grip on the tangled bedclothes loosened and her mouth closed, turning slightly upward at the corners as the dream at last lost its’ hold. She turned over to look at the time. The clock at her bedside had stopped sometime in the night, its’ hands poised vertically in the upper hemisphere, impervious to the approach of day. She’d not had the clock for very long, but she’d come to expect little of modern electronics and was so relieved to have just been unfettered from her terrible dream that.