Judging by her general demeanour I figured that she wasn't getting much or indeed any action. Maybe she needed to get it on with Mr Whittaker. I began... to chuckle to myself. Now I would pay to see that!I was jolted out of my mirth by the third introduction. It was the blonde wifey. So she was obviously fairly important to the team. Her name was Mrs Cheryl Thompson and she was an account executive; whatever one of those is. I found out later that her task was to help assimilate all of the data. I stillcan't believe it happened. I mean every media outlet claims the bluelight was harmless. And yet, at 3:32 am two nights ago my world gotturned upside down for approximately 5.8 seconds.I placed my hands on the sink counter and took a deep breath. Maybe Iwas just dreaming. I stared at the mirror and thought about the dream.I was actually hooking up with someone from my science class, only itwasn't Janet. His name is Steve. He's a science major, but he alsoplays lacrosse. In the dream, we. My arms hold you as though you are going to fall away from me. A lover’s embrace as I whisper in your ear, ‘I want to make love to you.” Not waiting for your reply, I pull the straps of your nightgown past your shoulders and watch it fall to the floor. As it glides down your body, it slowly reveals your beauty to me. I gently kiss you and take your hand as I lead you to your bed. I pause a moment to look at you, wanting to remember this for all eternity. I gently stroke my fingertips across. His tongue plunged and lapped at her, sending flashes of lust through her hungry body. Her hips flexed and she hunched against his tongue. Her fingers tuned his head tighter into her crotch as she felt the first tremors of climax welling up deep inside."Oooa! Yeees!" she hissed.Her hips jerked to and fro as she neared the peak. Her cunt ground wetly against his face, wetting it from the nose down. She threw her head back and abandoned herself to the building pleasure."Aaaaagggggnnnnn!" she.