My cock grows, as does my urgency. I grind against your jeans and squeeze your arse to pull your pussy close. You continue to undulate your hips as my... hand moves up your back to unhook your bra. The desire overwhelms you and you break the embrace and begin undoing your own jeans, and removing your blouse and bra. I want to help or at least touch you, but you are quite the flurry of activity. I am even more turned on by your enthusiasm! Watching you raise your hips in the air is more than I can. "Hello, luv," he heard himself say. The voice was high and very feminine, with a strong cockney accent. "You looking fer a little company on a night like this?"John saw a hand, "his" hand stroke the sailor's chest. The fingers were long and thin. The nails looked like they hadn't been cleaned in a while."I might be." The sailor squeezed "his" breast. "And a bit more... if the price is right."John considered his... the woman's voice, trying not to think of how the man was groping her... _their_. She enjoyed the ability to guide the process of their fucking, she couldn't quite call it lovemaking, and working to make sure Michael's young tool hit the right spots in her. She looked at the young man under her, his eyes open but in slits as he felt himself massaged by the girl's velvety sex; he reached a hand up and cupped her breast feeling the nipple gently with a finger. Wendy gasped as the feeling rode from her breast through her spine.Michael looked up at Wendy enjoying the sight. He could see that Harman and Varick had both been struggling to keep him still. Angelika was still trying to get him conscious then just as suddenly he was still and his eyes snapped open. “What the hell is going on?” Alan asked when he saw that all four were standing next to him.“We were wondering the same thing,” Angelika asked finally releasing him.“What are you talking about,” Alan asked even more confused trying to figure out where he was. The dream had seemed so real almost as if he was.