And my mind, my sleepy mind, imagines this all as dreaming. It is crazy to feel like this, my hand reaches back and grips his hip, yes he is there solid and real, and then reaching back into the his bush. Tickling the hilt of his cock, how I want to feel myself filled with it, oh yes. His fingers are working between my legs, and I am openly panting, moaning under his touch, can't get enough. I want to kiss him, and can feel his chin buried in my hair, kissing my neck. My pussy is swirling in his fingers, shiny with cum. I scratch my nails on his...