Her pov
I woke up with a splitting headache. Last night, I dragged myself back to my room while Olivia and Emma collapsed in my mother’s bed. They were so drunk that one had sunk into the other. I too passed out in exhaustion. But my mind was still conflicted with the wet dream I saw for Mr Parker. I saw him eating me out, serving my p***y like a starved man, calling me his angel and I was calling him daddy, feeling his long, hard d**k on my hands. His rough hands touched my boobs and it felt so real, like I have never felt before.
My cheeks were hot red, as I touched my face. It was a dream that I never wanted to wake up and continue all day without any disturbance, but I knew he wouldn't be here. His boundaries won't allow him to touch his friend's daughter.
I looked at the ceiling,
