She was pushing her pelvis upwards against my inward thrusts and pulling me deeper with her legs. My dick was now touching the entrance of her love canal. HOWEVER – I still had a niggling thought about my dream – what HAD happened during the night when I was asleep – anything ? I ran my tongue down the inside of those soft thighs, my nose brushing against her soft fluff, then licking my way back up and across her outer labia. A thick mist swirled around the voyeur, gently moving with the night breeze. Still struggling to the surface of conscienceness, I grunted acknowledgement of the presence beside me but was incapable of reacting further, my whole being dying of exhaustion. The resistance against my finger gave way as I pushed beyond her hymen – she arched her back and took a sharp intake of breath, before settling down again to clenching the sheets.
