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"Natalie?" Martha whispered, unable to awaken.
A soft chuckle answered. "Not this time. Maybe later if you allow yourself. Now let me help you."
The pressure of fingertips on her thigh matched the pressure building behind her loins. Her brow furrowed as another set of fingers caressed her taut nipples still protected by flannel. "Oh," she moaned. She tensed and then relaxed. The fingers on her thigh slid upward to where she burned the hottest.
Martha bit down on her lower lip as a finger seeking more heat found it. She gasped and lurched up and down, helping to seat the intruder in her sex. "This can't be happening," she moaned, widening her thighs.
"But it is. You're not pretending it isn't, are you?"
Martha hesitated. The finger stopped its exploring. She shook her head in response to the question and to her overwhelming desire. She wasn't even certain what she wanted, but she wanted it with her entire body.
A mouth settled over the flannel that covered a breast. "Good God," Martha whimpered. She heard laughter and then the magic emanating from her vagina overtook her. The finger deep inside moved incessantly. Martha shook. She didn't know which would explode first, her head or her loins.
"God help me!" she screamed as her need, fulfilled, overflowed.
Exhausted, Martha shook herself awake. Her dream had been as vivid as a nightmare, but she wouldn't deceive herself by labeling it as such. It had been too incredible for that. She hugged herself trying to quiet her still trembling flesh.