She<em>was</em>having a stroke.  This couldn't be happening.  They were like angels, appearing out of the light, too perfect to be real.  But they were touching her, she could feel them, and her body was responding eagerly, not worried about any reasons why or how.  It was only the small, rational part of her mind that insisted they weren't real, she was hallucinating, she needed help.<br/><br/>Her body was soaking up the attention, however, taking it all and still craving more.  She arched her hips towards the tongue tracing over her sex, urging him on with wordless moans, muffled by the other man's mouth.  She tried to pull her panties down, desperate to feel his tongue directly against her flesh, though she knew she would climax very soon even without that, her body tense and shaking.