Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Mid-Summer Night's Wet Dream

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	Mid-Summer Night's Wet Dream - (wetdream.txt) - It was a night
like no other for Katie, one that seemed to stretch for days, and 
brought wild truths to light of the sort she had never dreamed. M/F, 
oral, anal.

	Ned reached back for her hand and Katie reached forward to take
his. It was the last shred of normalcy she had as Ned pulled her though
the gap in the low boughs and into a world she could never imagine.
	She wasn't an innocent or a prude. Katie had done things with
boys- even the big thing, although that wasn't all that she expected.
She was familiar with the urges, even conversant (through research in
books and movies) with some common kinky stuff. None of that prepared
her for the glade Ned had brought her to.
	On her first step past the trees she saw, on her left, a twisted
pile of two people. A blonde, wearing nothing but straps that presented
rather than concealed her erogenous zones, was leaning back, knees
raised, breasts upthrust, as a tousled head shook like a dog with a
rat at the juncture of her thighs. Katie was repelled but still unable
to take her eyes off the blatant display. She looked long enough to
identify the second person as a woman by the pendulous breasts that
swung beneath her as she dived into the other's crotch.
	"Ned, look at that!" Katie said in an urgent whisper.
	"Yeah. Everybody does stuff like that all over. Neat, huh?" Ned
replied in a low voice.
	Katie looked up in shock, but before her eyes made it to Ned's
face her retort was lost. There was a man wearing nothing but paint
reclining at the base of a tree and a woman was licking his long,
hard cock. Katie wasn't sure if she should look any more to be sure
she was seeing what she was seeing or if what she might see would be
worse.
	"See? Everybody's busy with themselves. No one will notice us,
let alone look at us," Ned said, anticipating her objection.
	This was where Ned wanted to do it? Some make-out - no, fuck
place where people did it like animals right out where anyone could
see? He thought she'd do that? She wondered what else he thought she'd
do.
	"But I see them!" Katie contradicted. "And if we do it right out
here- in the open- other people will be able to see us."
	"You don't know who they are. They don't know who we are. What's
the difference? I tell you they don't care about us," Ned persisted.
	It wasn't the reply Katie had wanted. She counted on Ned
promising they'd find a more private place where they could hide a
little. Then she saw that about six feet left of the woman licking the
man's dick there was a woman on hands and knees getting fucked from
behind by another naked man. Before she could be horrified she found
herself go warm with excitement.
	"Well, I care about me," Katie said, but it had no force.
	She was already going limp. She wasn't going to follow Ned or do
anything to move forward, but he could drag her. She really wasn't
prepared to make any other decision. She didn't know what to do. She
knew she didn't want to be naked in front of these people, but she
didn't have the conviction to pull away.
	Ned dragged her. He dragged her past the reclining man and the
woman on her knees with the man behind. Again to the left was a woman
mounted on a man and from their snake-like struggle Katie had the
impression that one of them was trying to escape their congress but she
couldn't tell for sure which.
	This was wild sex, unreal because it was too real. Katie let
Ned pull her along as she stumbled in a daze. She could see herself,
Katie Parker, laying naked under Ned with his naked back and round
narrow ass humping into her. He would mostly cover her with his body.
	But no! If she was going to fuck in the open like a heathen, then
she should be on top, proudly exposing her lithe body, at least on
her knees to have her share of the scene. As suddenly, Katie wondered
where that impulse came from.
	There was a couple on the ground fucking the 'normal' basic man
on woman fuck. Katie felt she had been selfish. The woman, though as
obscured as Katie had imagined, was as much a part of the two-backed 
beast as the man. She was contributing and flaunting as much from cover
as she would have been astride.
	"Here's a spot," suggested Ned and stopped on a small tuft of
undergrowth.
	Just beyond the copulating pair- another configuration just
beyond them, Ned had led them to open ground. Where they were in
relation to anything was beyond Katie. Strangely, she felt as
bewildered about what to do. She still did not want to run, but she
didn't want to stay either.
	For Ned stillness was consent. He pulled her again, down to the
grass this time. He leaned over and kissed her.
	"No one gives a shit, I swear," he said and began to open her
shirt.
	Katie was quickly running out of 'do nothing' time. Ned already
had her shirt and bra off and was working on her jeans. She was topless
and half reclining as he tugged the pants down her legs. In less than
a minute she would be doing something even by just laying there.
	She felt the increased need to act, but no action was
forthcoming. All she could think was that running was out now that she
was naked.
	Then she was naked and she sat up. She wasn't sure why she wasn't
cowering on the ground, trying to cover her nudity, but part of it was
Ned was telling the truth. Even out in the open, no one was looking.
And she wanted to be comfortable as she watched Ned get undressed.
	Katie felt a wee bit peeved no one was interested. At the same 
time she felt that this attitude would only arise in the safety of
anonymity. She would cower if they looked. She was peeved if they
didn't.
	Ned liked this place. Katie could tell when he came out of his
pants with a full erection. She hoped that wouldn't translate into
rushing to jam his cock in her without so much as even spitting on her
pussy to get her wet. And maybe she should take care of that for him.
	"Stand up," Katie said irritably as Ned resisted the pressure
of her hands, "You the one that's so sure they're not looking."
	Secretly hoping they were, Katie got Ned to his feet and went up
on her knees in front of him. She'd show anyone who cared to look how
she sucked cock. How naked her knelt in front of naked him and took
cock in her mouth. And it would solve the problem of wetting Ned's
cock. Her own pussy was getting wet on its own with these thoughts.
	Ned had no care where he was standing. Having Katie so boldly
blow him was more than he'd dare hope. Right there, kneeling naked,
sucking him like she liked it, in his view her pretty head never looked
lovelier than bobbing back and forth on his rod.
	"How you want to do it?" he asked hoarsely as her mouth
threatened to take him too far.
	"You tell me. You're the one that brought me here," Katie answered.
	At least she had to take her mouth off his cock to talk. Before
she could resume, Ned lifted her up to embrace in the moonlight. He
didn't care where she was or how she was positioned as long as he could
get his cock in her hard and fast and pretty soon.
	"We'll work something out," he said, "open your legs a little."
	He pushed his cock between her thighs and over her Venus mount.
The semi-fuck of rubbing through the wet slot of her sex brought a
groan from Katie as her pussy caught fire. He built the fire as they
swayed in this preliminary and then they began to slowly crumple to
the ground.
	At the last moment of balance Katie finally realized her choice.
With a lean, she could have landed on top, but was too late. Ned took
her to the ground as gently as he could, seeing he had to break their 
fall with his arms, and landed between her legs. Now he relented and
let his cock go straight to her pussy and deep inside.
	They were fucking in the open like savages. Off to her left, the
others were still wrapped in the writhing snarl. Now they were the
same- a merged beast slapping together at the call of lust. Katie still
felt regret she missed her chance to ride shamelessly on top of Ned.
	In compensation, she lifted her feet from the ground. She had 
fallen on her back with her knees bent, her feet on the ground. Now she
kept her knees up and lifted her feet to their level, making strange
wings of her legs on either side of Ned. The wings waved as Ned made
her hips rock when he thrust into her.
	She felt the cool damp of the grass on her back without reference
to being naked. She felt dangerously exposed, but that was from fucking
so brazenly in the midst of so many others. She could see herself,
laying pale in the moonlight, the light streak of her body surmounted
by the darker swatch of Ned laboring over her.
	Her skin was a suit of gooseflesh at this display. Somehow it
managed to occupy her thoughts even over Ned's cock driving into her
grateful pussy. That was the mere mechanics. Their display was the
show. Katie wondered vaguely how she could feel so comfortable fucking
like this when she had such aversion so shortly before.
	"I knew you'd like it, Katie," Ned huffed as he fucked her, "I
knew you'd get into it. You're so hot."
	Katie still recognized the flattery but it puzzled her. It was
something she expected Ned to say to convince her. He was getting what
he wanted now. She wasn't sure why he was still trying to persuade her.
	"Don't cum in me. Let me suck you," Katie said.
	She didn't know what made her say that. She hadn't been thinking
any such thing. She stopped wondering as Ned stopped fucking and they
were busy finding a new position.
	"Just stop," Katie said as Ned cast about for how to position
himself, "Be still and I'll come to you."
	He was still on his knees. She twisted around until she faced him
and tried to reach his cock from the ground. It was awkward. Without
taking her mouth from his cock, Katie brought her knees up to push her
ass in the air. Now she had it. Ned began to groan loudly as her mouth
travelled up and down his cock.
	And she knew why she had done it. She was posing. She was giving
in to whatever madness made her follow Ned and allowing her urge to
display herself. She was all naked in the moonlight on hands and knees
rocking back and forth, sucking cock. 
	She was interrupted by the gagging spurt of Ned's cum. He grabbed
her head to prevent her reaction and she was forced to swallow
furiously to keep herself from choking as his jizm streamed into her
throat. And still her first thought was how her ass was wiggling at
her struggle.
	It was almost as if there was some force alive in the grove, a
force that thrived on the most infamous impulses of humans, that found
them and amplified them. Katie had never had the urge to strip off and
dance naked. She was appropriately ashamed when she dreamed she was 
naked in public. Yet here she was, naked in the moonlight, consumed
with concern about showing herself as much, more, of a sight than the
rest of the naked copulating couples.
	The couple nearest them had shifted. The man was still on top but
the woman was face down and he was humping daringly into her from
behind. A bit beyond, a woman was grasping a tree branch for balance
as she bent from the waist and was being solidily fucked standing.
	Katie straightened up on her knees, some of Ned's escaped jizm
sliding slowly from the corner of her mouth to her chin. He had flopped
onto his back and she was a pale pillar of naked woman in the light
as she looked around at the other knots of people in the clearing.
	Naked no longer seemed to mean anything to her. Her only thought
was how to continue their show for the others, even though they were
still ignoring Ned and her. That was still naughty, if flaunting her
body no longer came to mind. She could only imagine that she would have
to suck Ned's cock again. She didn't know anything else she could do
with him in his limp state.
	He must have come from behind her. Even that was troubling since
she had been looking around to see what other baudy acts she might spy.
But there he was, large and dark, even in the moonlight, standing a
few feet away. Katie's glance at his face saw only shadow, but she gave
it the briefest look as her eyes turned to the impressive cock standing
straight out, almost at mouth level.
	She expected him to do something, say something, but he stood
there without moving or speaking. It was that hard cock that seemed to
be whispering uncouth things to her. It begged her to touch it, hold
it, kiss it, let it slide into her body and take its pleasure from her.
	"Hey, buddy, she's with me," Ned roused to bicker.
	His voice was deep and as dark as he himself. Katie somehow knew
that he had been silent because he only spoke in answer to another's
voice.
	"All in the glade belong to all in the glade," he said in his
rumbling voice.
	For the first time since she had stepped into this world apart,
Katie felt the chill of fear at his words. Or was it the thrill of his
words? Certainly his very voice itself begged one to tremble. Katie
felt they had authority of their own, separate from meaning, as if the
utterances had weight.
	Ned seemed struck by the same feeling. He froze, half up on his
elbows, and said nothing more. And now Katie's fear was agitation,
making her stomach churn. Fear, excitement, uncertainty, desire, she
wasn't sure what it was, but the feeling had a grip on her and it 
filled her with foreboding or anticipation.
	She was pulled up by the elbows from behind to her feet by
another man. The dark man still stood motionless. She was turned to
face a stranger, who put out his hand to touch her chest and then drew
it slowly down her body, between her breasts, over her belly, and then
turning, to cup under her groin.
	She didn't have to think of psychic powers to read the intent in
his eyes. They were naked and he was probing her most private part. His
intent wasn't very mysterious. Why she was not resisting and how he 
knew she would not were the mysteries.
	Even that paled against the feeling that this stranger was a wish
made flesh. In her heart Katie knew she had wanted Ned to be ready
again. She had thought the dark man was the one sent to answer her
wish, had been ready to yield to him. Now there was this man to stand
in the dark man's stead. Katie stepped toward him, eager to stop
wondering and start acting.
	If all that came before could be called normal, Katie's step took
her into the fantastic. Without knowing what happened, she found
herself on the ground. She was on her back, arms thrown out to her
sides, her legs lifted straight up from her hips by the stranger.
	She felt his cock press against the chubby flesh of her outer
lips and then push in through them to her empty twat. Unlike before,
she was not mesmerized by her display. She felt the thickness of him
push its way into her. He felt wider as his cock penetrated her pussy
through the compressed outer and inner lips of her vulva. It was almost
like being unprepared except her pussy was wet and eager for him to
fill it.
	He rubbed most laciviously between the lips. It was more of her
sexual entrance involved in his invasion. Katie gasped at the fullness
and marvelled at the novel sensation he so effortlessly produced. He
took her harder. She moaned at the helplessness of bliss as she lay
on her back and he held her and thrust into her.
	What was wrong with her? She had done it- right out in the open
and people had seen- whether they acted like it or not. And now there
was a man she didn't know fucking her. How had she gotten into this?
 	And as quickly, the contentious thought was buried in the strong
throb of cock driving into her. She was being fucked under the stars
and it didn't matter who knew. Her hips moved, seemingly on their own,
in response to the cock thudding into her. This was the real thing.
This was sex as it was planned.
	Katie felt the desire for them to look, for them all to gather
and watch as this strange man took her. She wanted to be the one like
ones she had seen fucking openly. She wanted them to look at her and
see what she had seen. She wanted them to hunger for the pleasure she
was feeling. She wanted them to ache with the desire to have the same.
	Slowly, holding her ankles, the stranger pulled her legs wider 
as his cock drove into her. She felt herself open. He did not rub so
provocatively as she was opened, but she felt him drive deeper into
her. She felt his hard cock stab deep into the center of her as her
legs spread wider and wider.
	She felt tossed on the hard bar of his cock as he held her ankles
and thrust deep. It was as if his cock was her support, the thing
holding her, buffeting her, as it moved in and out with an increasing
vigor. Her moans became a wail as she was shaken by the force of his
cock slamming to the hilt. Her breasts danced on her chest as he fucked
her. She abandoned herself to the feeling of ravage.
	It was like she didn't cum, but only passed into another part of
the dream. The man slowing and then withdrawing was at a great distance
to her. The next thing that was close up was a smiling face with
twinkling eyes that hid the smile in her crotch as she came closer.
	Katie pulled her heels closer to raise her knees slightly. The
clever, eager tongue finding the folds and twists in her lower lips
was agreeable. She saw no particular reason to object to it being a
woman's.
	She didn't see the dark man. She didn't see Ned. There were
shapes out there, but the clear one was the tousled head burrowing
between her legs. Katie arched up to make herself more accessible
and let the woman do her best. Fingers found her clitoris while the
tongue probed deeper.
	But it did make a difference if it was a man or woman. Maybe not
really, but according to everybody and she had to live in the everybody
world. Katie could not resist, much as she couldn't flee when she first
entered the grove. Only these argumentative thoughts could plague her
as her body wriggled its acceptance.
	The body spasmed. She came up on her toes in a bridge and the
mouth followed her, unrelenting through her tics and jerks. There was
something. Something not letting her mind through. Her thoughts were
broken.
	Again the scene changed, this time more completely. There was no
ending in the distance, only void and then she was facing her hands
on the ground and someone was pulling at her hips.
	There were two of her now. She was becoming accustomed to the
brief snatches of rebellious thought. She could hold a piece and drift
until the next and follow the thread. Her mind no longer controlled her
body, but she had been able to separate it and split herself in two.
	The body was on its hands and knees and another stranger, or 
perhaps the same one, was kneeling behind her. She couldn't believe
what he was doing. Her body wasn't any more prepared. The unnatural
thing went into her asshole with shocking ease, which only meant a
discount on the pain she expected. And for that, it wasn't real pain
but 'don't like it' discomfort.
	Those mindless facts from her body aside, Katie was still being
fucked in the ass. Katie didn't think about such things. She knew about
it, but couldn't bring herself to think about it enough to even form
an opinion, let alone consider trying it. It had strong implications
with the same everybody in whose world she had to live. It was easier
not to mess with it- maybe put off thinking about it for a while.
	Yet there she was, her body arching up to point her ass at her
assailant, as he pushed the thick uncomfortable presence into her ass.
Whatever she would have considered was moot. She was being opened
wide by a cock and she knew fucking would follow.
	The best part about being a helpless mind doomed to watch as her
body welcomed every scandal, every depravity, was that whatever had her
in its grip also removed her sense of shame and guilt. She could see
what was being done to her with a cool eye. Her reaction to what
everybody would say was purely objective. She was as interested in the
physical concerns of ass-fucking as the fact she was being fucked.
	It was quite-- rude. It set off all sorts of feelings in her gut
that were inconsistent with fucking. Her asshole was a minor part of 
that but its complaint meshed with the sense of imposition of having
a thick cock shoved into her bowels. Her body was wiggling her
butt and she granted the sense of that because it seemed to ease the
inward passage of that imposing cock.
	She had taken it all and now it was thrusting. She was on her
hands and knees in an open glade taking it in the ass. The actual
process had faded a little when he started thrusting. Now her
sensations were so nebulous that they defied category. There were hints
of pleasure and distress ever-shifting and blurring into a mass of
general neutrality as the cock drove in and out of her body's asshole.
	Katie had time to wonder how and why she had found her way here.
What held her and what was its purpose? And what was to become of her
when it was all over?
	She could not hope for a scene change was she was being taken
this way. There would be no fade out and abrupt emergence of another.
The cock splitting her rear would never rise above tolerable. She
waited as it kept spearing into her guts.
	Oh yes, the here and now- continuity- the hard cock was finally
withdrawn and Katie felt her body being turned around. She was going to
enter a new act without a curtain. The cock from her ass loomed in her
face. Her body rocked forward and mouthed it without hesitation.
	No worse than having that thing in my ass in the first place, her
mind thought objectively. Of any act that might have followed, it 
wasn't the worst, though Katie didn't try to imagine what the worst
might be. Sucking a cock from her ass was no worse than the rest of the
ghoulish night.
	Hands were on her breasts, gentle hands. A groin without a cock
rested on her back as the hands's owner straddled her. She was pulled
up like a horse yanked back by the bit. Her rider slid smoothly along
her back, a mouth meeting the small of her back as the hips slid off
her own.
	Katie tried to look behind her, but all she got was the sense
that the two of them were not alone. The progress of the mouth was
episodic, moving back over what it had kissed with a rhythm as it
moved lower. The woman kissing her was being fucked herself. It made
no sense, and yet as much sense as anything.
	Katie didn't move as the lips moved over her ass. Her body was
not her own. She rested on her hands and knees as the kissing made
her rear begin to wiggle again. Then she was turned onto her back.
A different face, framed in short red hair, was approaching over her.
	The man behind her did not become clear. All she saw was torso
moving behind the approaching face. They were fucking. There was
nothing more to see. The face was smiling gently, coming so close
Katie lost the features and saw only the short hair as the lips
found her own.
	She was kissing, deep kissing, a woman who was being fucked. It
was an observation. Katie no longer cared what everybody said. That
was another matter for another time. Breasts pressed against her
breasts and Katie found that she had automatically opened her legs
to welcome this woman between them.
	The woman was holding her in her arms. The woman turned her.
Then Katie was the one being fucked. The cock came into her as if it
was another thrust without interruption and was in rhythm from the
first stroke. With some regret, Katie felt the woman pull away.
	Before she could process the regret and perhaps anger that she
had been seduced into taking over for her, the woman turned with the
boneless grace of a snake and slid back under her. Now there was a
woman's sex in her face and a woman's face in her sex.
	The cock still thrust into her, but it was like a pendulum
keeping time as the heat rose from the woman's kissing. Katie lowered
her head and kissed the woman between the legs. It seemed more natural
somehow than sucking a cock. She worked her tongue in the slit as if
she had always known how and the cock began to assert its place.
	Locked together, the woman formed a circle of their own and the
cock rammed into her, trying to break in. Katie felt as if they were
forming a bubble, an expanding bubble of passion, and the cock was 
going to jab into it until it burst.
	But it did not burst. The uncaring, the darkness grew from a
seed in the bubble's center and covered them all in a spasm of 
twisting delight. Nothing faded, everything became oblivion.  
	Then there was someone poking around behind her. Two? Everybody
would say it was what sluts did. But Katie only cared that the one
behind chose to thrust his cock into her pussy instead of her ass.
It did feel good even if the situation was a scenario from hell.
	No, she would not strip naked on the courthouse lawn and take on
all comers now, but, objectively, the feel of cock in cunt was the
same old good thing when you ignored the rest. She was trapped in
compliance. She'd take what good she could from it and right now that
cock felt good fucking her.
	She might find herself in a change of scene. By the philosphy of
taking the good, she should be pleased to have the pleasure, but part
also wondered what the next scene might be.
	It was the same odd feeling to experience how adroitly she
handled two cocks at once. She certainly didn't want to be gagging on
one and missing the pleasure of the other, but her skill in moving to
both rhythms with relative ease was somehow disturbing. She was too
good at it. Katie didn't like thinking she was a natural at this kind
of perversity.
	She didn't have to wonder at her skill- or have the pleasure of
a scene change- when the men stood up. Being picked off the ground was
the lull before she was turned and saw that Ned's cock had been the
one she was enjoying.
	"No man," he said, "turn her back around. I want the rear."
	It made no particular sense to her, but not much was. The man
set her down, turned her and then squatted. He came up with his long
cock under her and then pulled her onto his pelvis as his cock sank
in. Her body hung on his cock, supported by his hands under her ass.
He was going to fuck her in mid-air.
	She could feel his strength as he fucked her with his legs. He 
held her and let his up surges drive his cock into her. It was like
this place. She was being fucked with no connection to anything. All
there was, was their two bodies and her moving on his cock.
	Then she understood Ned's words. The man stopped for a moment and
Katie felt another cock probe her body's rear. She knew the intent 
even as Ned's cock slid up into her ass. Now there were two cocks
throwing her into the air and she was being jolted from one to the
other from both entrances.
	It was much more civil but not more appreciated. Ned's cock in
her ass was much more an inconvenient bolster to her being fucked
than an imposition, but it wasn't an addition. The cock deep in her
pussy made up for it, but that was not to say Ned's cock was welcome.
	"You have done well in this reward."
	Katie guessed the big guy didn't need to be spoken to first. They
were clearly, deeply, rumbly, the words of the dark man. Then she 
grasped their obvious meaning rather than their sound. 
	Ned, the one humping his cock aggressively into her asshole, was
fucking her as a reward for delivering her into this madness. Whatever
gripped her might grip him too, but it also favored him with a boon.
He would have been at her before if he wasn't in the same daze, she
thought, ignoring the possiblity of the others he might be busy with.
	And her prize was to dangle between heaven and earth, suspended
on two cocks that were jamming into her pussy and ass. It could be
worse but... But nothing. There was no wish for her here. It was better
she was helpless. She would not want to be there. She would have
missed possibilities- minus the ass thing- if she was not charmed.
	The scene change came on her suddenly, Ned's cock pounding into
her ass past comprehension of the other cock, right up until the final
fade.

	"You drink or something before we came?" Ned was saying.
	"What? No. What are you talking about?" Katie asked.
	"Well, we were, you know, doing it, and you sorta passed right
out," Ned said. "You were mumbling some stuff. It didn't make much
sense."
	Katie looked around. The glade was no longer so misty and the
moon had travelled, casting the area into shade. She looked down at
herself. She was almost dressed, clumsily. Her shirt was still open
and her bra was on crooked.
	"So you just watched me?" she asked.
	"I tried to wake you up, but you were out," Ned said. "That's
why I thought you were drunk or something."
	"No, but I had a strange dream," Katie said.
	Ned looked at her a long moment, surveying the damage. Katie
lay there gathering herself. She wasn't sure what to think. She wasn't
ready to move until she thought something.
	"So, it's not that late," Ned started. "And I didn't keep doing
it when you passed out. You want to do it now?"
	Katie wondered why he had dressed her. It was bothersome to undo
what he had done so poorly. Ned presented the cock of a man denied.
She braced for him to stick her with it, but it went in without any
fuss. She wondered how brief her unconsciousness had been.
	"Oh yeah, Katie, that's so good," Ned informed her.
	She was not much less pleased herself. She didn't mind it at all.
The only distraction was that strange memory and her odd feeling about
this place, this tuft of grass and laying there willing as Ned drove
his cock in and out of her.
	But that was silly. There was no one here. They were shut off
from sight. How odd that she should have those feelings as Ned fucked 
her. And he was showing some imagination too.
	Just the fuck- just get into the fuck, she told herself. Let it
be good. Let it be one of the good ones. Feel how bad he wants you.
Make him fuck you the way you like.
	Ned came gaudily, with dying shudders as he hunched into her. It
had been fine. She kinda came, but not in a scene-changing way. Now
she could add Ned to her short list. She knew he'd want her again.
	Now she wanted to go home and maybe think about the funny dream.
It was a jolt when she sat up and her ass hurt.
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