You feel a powerful tension, as if something is trying to grow from within...With a sharp gasp you wake up from the dream, covered in sweat, your bed ...sheets twisted and tucked around you, trapping you, forcing you to struggle to free yourself, you walk almost drunkenly to the bathroom, to wash your face, feeling overheated.Looking up into the mirror, you stumble backwards in surprise - you don't look like you anymore. You appear muscular and toned, your skin is inhumanely smooth, face manly and. Pain flowed through me for 20 seconds or so, and then the freakiness kicked in. I was so horny that I pushed back on Chris cock in my ass and reached out for Eric’s cock, and started sucking.This was my real fantasy. Not just being talked into sucking cock, but being the guy in the middle of two cocks. Ever since I first saw it in a porno movie, I fantasized about being one of those women that was being used my multiple guys. How did Chris know I would want this?I had my face sucking Eric’s. I reached out and groped between her thighs. She spread her legs wide to allow me better access as I cupped her hot flesh hard, causing her to let out a loud aaahhhh. I bent my head and a mouthful of soft breast disappeared. I sucked on it and roughly rolled the hard nipple between tongue and teeth. She made a sound that indicated pain, but instead of pulling away she grabbed my head and forced it harder against her chest. Her hand reached out and grabbed my tool, squeezing it hard as she. Marthadidn't stop playing, so we kept on singing the Cantique de Jean Racine.Stacy stood by the door, quietly ushering people in. The room was quicklyfilling with students, but only students. Stacy politely refused entry tothe members of staff that tried to come in. We finished the song toanother big round of applause."Would you sing some of the others we missed?" begged Roberta, theconductor from Immigration Manor."We didn't do many, as us Brits were struggling with Latin," I explained."You.