I must go now, I’m late. Goodbye.’ With that she went, leaving me feeling desolate. The ‘Goodbye’ had sounded so final. I wanted to stay in t...he bed but the sheets were too damp after a night’s cold sweat. When I threw them off me, I saw they were riddled with the unmistakable stain of semen — a good job Wendy had not seen that, I thought — and only then did I remember the dreams. As I recalled them, especially the ones involving Connie, I felt myself getting aroused. I was surprised, judging. I made the rum and cokes on the strong side to speed up the process a bit. I knew there would be many more rounds of beer for the men so didn't need to add anything to those ... just yet. As I bent over to put the drinks on the coffee table someone reached under my skirt, patted my ass and slid his fingers down my crack and played them between my pussy lips. I turned and raised my head. It was Jack, again, grinning from ear to ear. I wiggled my ass against his fingers and looked up with a grin. Throwing his shirt on the floor we resumed kissing and my hands gripped his bum then I ran them up and down his back, he shuddered.A couple of minutes passed, and I brought my right hand round the front of his pants and touched him, he was hard, not particularly big, but solid. He then gave a little whimper as I rubbed him. My left hand running up and down his spine I was turned on myself.Again, a couple more minutes passed by and I unbuttoned his pants, as they fell to the floor, I gripped his. He slid his cock back and forth, my nipples growing hard as he slowly fucked my tits.His hand wrapped in my wet hair and the tip of his cock touched my lips. I teased the tip with my tongue. It grew larger, filling my mouth. He caressed my head as he pulled me forward. My tongue scrambled for cover, but his cock slid back and down, filling my throat with his hardness. I wrapped my arms around his ass and swallowed him entirely.Mason moved again, stretching me out on the wet and steaming floor..