Beverly might be a virgin in her waking life, but the dream Beverly could feel the man’s hard cock deep inside her body as he smiled down at her. Be...verly had no idea who he was but was aware that her dream self loved him, she would have pulled him down to kiss her but they were not alone. Beverly’s arms were cradling the heads of two women who were using their talented mouths on her sensitive nipples. Beverly knew her dream self was passionately in love with all three and felt confidant that. ..going to get a shower?"rose tried to make up so she could go up stairs with doctor,"you have 10 minutes to get ready and then i want to have a talk with you BOTH, don't try anything funny 'space boy' ok,"shouted jackie,doctor and rose ran up stairs,"i new we should never of gone together,"doctor wispered"i thought you love me, and its only my mum,"replied roserose went into the shower to wash of the cum in her hair, doctor wanted to see her naked agian and went into the shower to have a peek,. His hands slid back up to stroke and tease her breasts as he kissed his way across her body, and he felt her push his hands into her breasts nipples poking hard into his palms. He kissed the soft underside of her breasts then continuing around to take each of her nipples at last into his mouth, loving her little whimpers of pleasure, he buried his face between her breasts, for a moment overcome with her. She held his head against her heart, stroking his hair, fingers tickling little trails down. " An... ideal? Your ideal?" The concept seemed strange to me, on several levels. First of all, the young man in the portrait was pleasant-looking. He looked sweet-natured, peaceable -- even handsome. He was the kind of young man that three waitresses, in a small cafe, might giggle over, behind the cash register, as he drank his morning coffee and read the sports pages of the local paper.But... an ideal? Hardly! It was a portrait of what was, perhaps, a young man of above-average physical.