C. opened the door kicking off her shoes as she passed through the doorway.She closed the door locking it behind her, she knew she had some time befor...ethe arrival of her roommate and their friends, so she planned to grab a quickshower and change into something more comfortable before that. M.C. had started to unbutton her white silk blouse and was pulling down thezipper of her skirt when she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly pulled thezipper back up and hurriedly tried to redo the buttons on. Even after realizing it had been a dream, she felt a vague sense of disorientation. The room was startlingly warm and completely dark, and the bed was much harder than she remembered it being. She must have slept all afternoon if there was no light coming in through the window. It was so dark, she couldn’t even see the window.She threw the sheet and blanket to the side, trying to cool down, then sat up and stretched. The sweet smell of fresh-baked bread permeated the room. If the innkeeper had. But he can afford it, the bastard.’ Veronica sipped more brandy. ‘Anyway, Helen asked me in for a nightcap and I had a small glass of wine. I think Helen had gin, quite a big one with a splash of tonic. So, we sat on her sofa, bit like you and I are now,’ and she squeezed my hand, ‘except we weren’t holding hands. Well, to cut the story short, Helen was talking about John and his floozy and she got very upset, started crying and sobbing. So, as you do, I put my arm around her to give her. Her smell was intoxicating. I loved the taste of her juices. Her juices had definitely been flowing with all the sexual tension over the past couple of hours. I looked at Anthony. He had his head leaned back on the couch with his eyes closed. My wife was going to live up to her last blow job and even try to make this one better for him. It was amazing watching her stretch her mouth to accommodate his coke-can sized girth. She loves a challenge and was going to win against his extra large.