Chapter Eight
WHEN THE BED moved, Heather woke up from her nap. She didn’t recognized the man joining her in bed, but for some reason she didn’t panic. It seemed…normal. When she managed to focus her eyes she saw the man was handsome, with blonde hair and a hairless chest. He was naked, which to her frazzled mind was good. At once, even though her p***y was sore, she felt herself getting wet and she was ready for him without any preparation.
A hand was between her legs, and Heather wasn’t sure if it was the man’s or Rebecca who was suddenly right next to her. “You’re wet. Good. I want to watch. So does Nick.”
“Okay,” Heather agreed. She had already decided she was dreaming. Since she was already on her back, all she had to do was open up her legs and invite the stranger into her p***y.
