"Are you okay?"He seemed to be scrambling around on the bed, but it was hard to see in the dark; even with the moonlight streaming in his window. His ...bed was in the shadows."Yeah." He gasped. "Just had a dream."I turned on the lamp on his dresser. He had his sheet and blanket pulled up to his neck. All I could see was his sweaty face."Would you like me to get you a wet cloth and something to drink?"Nodding, he said, "Thanks."Going into the bathroom, I got a washcloth out from under the sink,. Long strokes were followed by total extraction, before the leisurely pumping once more got underway. Over and over, he continued to tantalize my manhole in the most erotic manner I had ever felt before.Next, Lee again requested my mouth. After another interminable oral session, my backside was once more brought into play.For the next hour, my gratification seemed endless, before Lee once more announced that he was fast reaching the point of no return. As his thrusting became more urgent, my. Even the baristas at the coffee shop, where she went for its free internet with a $4 cup of coffee, were starting to feel bad for her as they saw her at the small table for two in the corner for what had been a few weeks now, nursing a cup of coffe with no food most days.The breaking point came when the table next to her (but appropriately socially distanced) had to leave abruptly and left half a sandwich untouched on their plate, and the servers were slow in coming to bus the table. Stacey saw. A few minutes later Rachel came downstairs saying, "All done." I stood up and looked at her. I smiled and signaled for her to spin. She got a smirk as she spun. The dress I had selected was from last year, and was short on her. As she spun it flared up, giving me a view of her ass and her dense bush.I held out my arm with a smile and she took it as I escorted her outside. I walked her to my car and helped her in. She again smirked at me as she made sure that the dress rode up so that I could.