Traumatic evening, and sharing a couple of drinks, that seemed to ease the tensions of the evening.Later, the second beer done, she stood up. “Think...ing I’ll head to my little house, Carl. Are you gonna be okay?”“Okay?”“I mean, post-traumatic stress...”“Uh, you’re the girl. Are YOU gonna be okay?”“I’m okay. Six-thirty good?”“Yeah. If we’re goin’ up the road for breakfast.”“I just can’t see cold cereal tomorrow morning. Maybe later...”“0630.” I said. “And from there we go to work.”I popped a pair. ”“Your sister is getting fucked out of her brains practically every week by the hottest guys she can find, has almost unlimited power over them, yet she manages to keep it all in perspective and under control to have a sort of normal relationship with Joey. Now tell me I’m wrong.”After feeling his jealousy surge to the forefront of his emotions, Jason sighed, then said, “Fuck. How did you do that? I never even considered that.”“When I dream walk, I’m not really in anyone’s head. I think I’m. Then Pal stopped moving completely. The end is near. Slowly now, with great anticipation, Chris took up the slack, pumping Pal's big cock with his head. Chris' cheeks pulled in and out rhythmetically, showing evidence of the encouraging suck on Pal's cock. I paused from my work to look at the amazing sight - the bottom of Chris' throat stretched out to make room for the cock strokes - the big tube bulged out on the bottom of Pal's dick, disappearing and reappearing, sliding through the. I can feel my body tense and relax. I’m unsure how many times he does this, but I know it is several. I can feel his tongue lapping me up, sucking on my clit, flicking his tongue against it. He has me spread my legs wider, opening me up deeper. His fingers move to finger fuck me now, still using his mouth on me. I’m a little more awake, aware, but fighting the urge to let go and just sleep. I want to make sure I pleasure him as much as he seems to be doing with me. I’m not sure when, but when.