Tom wants her.

Tom pulled the sheet down slowly, exposing her all the way to her painted toes. She is simply incredible, and two thoughts run amok within his brain: 'I can't believe I fucked this', and 'I can't believe I don't remember fucking this'.

He reached to his cock and felt it, and it did seem to be bearing the dried residue that would have come from being inside this amazing creature. He ogled her for a long moment, taking in her long athletic legs, her shapely ass, her dramatic hour glass figure.

Tom couldn't see her face as it was buried under a mass of blond curls, and again his brain was wracked by battling thoughts: 'She's probably as ugly as a 'possum under a Mac truck', and 'Who gives a rat's ass...? Did you see that fucking ass?'

Then, for once, his mind was filled with just one, single, productive thought: 'You had her once and don't remember ... so ... just do her again."

Tom reached over to the blonde and touched her ever so gently. She twitched a bit at the feel of his fingers running over her skin, but other than that showed no conscious reaction. He looked down to his cock and found it already as hard as a rock. He wanted in her so badly, but ... did she need to be awake, or could fucking her like this be consider ****, even if he HAD had her the night before?

He didn't want to be accused of anything horrid, so he moved closer to her and began caressing her back side a bit more actively while whispering to her, "G'morning ... are you awake ... you were good last night ... I was wondering ... do you want to do it again...?"

Her response was some semi-conscious mumbling and the grinding of her hips against the mattress that Tom took as sexual in nature and -- thusly -- an invitation to proceed.

He rolled over and moved his knees between her calves, urging her legs apart. She went with him, though he still couldn't be sure whether she was awake and aware, asleep and shifting about in her dreams, or something in between.

'Fuck it', he thought to himself. 'I had her once. I'm gonna have her again.'

He urged her thighs a bit farther apart and looked to the meeting of her thighs. "Oh, god..."

She was beautiful, with large swollen labia already naturally wetted and awaiting his 'intrusion'. He reached a hand down to her folds and touched her gently, then more firmly.

She moaned and rocked her hips at the touch, then -- for the first time -- spoke, murmuring, "Feels good, Peter."

Tom jerked his hand back quickly. "Who...?"

Her subconscious self must have punched her conscious self in the left titty, because she suddenly turned her head to look at him with wide open eyes ... and SCREAMED!