I must not have looked convinced. It wasn't the way Karma reacted, because, well, he really didn't. It was Blythe. It was the giggle she let out as she spread her legs, giving me a fu.cking perfect view of her beautiful, glistening, pretty pink p****y.
"Yeah fu.cking right," I mumbled as I dropped to my knees in front of them, eyeing Bly's p****y. "This has to be a dream."
"Why? Because my p****y is so pretty?" Blythe asked, giggling up a storm.
I looked up at her and then at Karma.
"You expect me to believe this ain't a dream with her acting like that?" I asked him.
"I told you two that somethin' was fu.ckin' wrong," he said.
I looked at Blythe again, who was trying to play with herself. Karma had to hold her hands to her sides so she'd stop. I'm struggling to come to terms with al
