I am in that middle ground of alertness. Almost groggy, but not quite awake. I realize that the morning wood is up, but thats not the only thing I am feeling.....
I look down my body to see what seems and feels like a head just going to town at my hips. I keep my eyes closed and really start to enjoy this. My breathing rises, and my penis starts to pulse. I know whats about to happen, and I hope she dies too. There in that dim light, about 3 in the morning, I open my eyes, and get a quick look at her pretty face as the dam finally bursts and I am passing right back out. I wake up about 30 minutes later, checking around for the mess that I know should be all over, but nothing. Not a drop hit my skin, my blanket, the wall or even the 10 ft ceiling. The the last memory I have is the giggling tease of her voice saying, "Michelle was right, you do taste good! Ha ha ha..." As she chuckles and leaves. I never found out her name, and I haven't seen her since.