"Oh," she said, "It's you." Hmm," I said. "Not a great welcome. Shall I go away?"Kelly looked apologetic and a little embarrassed. "Sorry," she said a...d then laughed. "It's just ... Oh look, come on in, you'll get the picture." She led the way up the hall. I shut the door behind me.We got to the living room and I saw what she was embarrassed about. Sprawled on her living room floor were two helplessly bound and gagged women. "This is Larry, a friend of mine," Kelly said to the two of them.. My hands moved in sleep as they would awake, seeking her, needing her. Images of her passed through my dream, glowing in her beauty. She dances through a fog, green silk trailing behind. Her hands outstretched, beckoning me. In wisps of dreamy fog, we came together, lips seeking lips, tongues seeking tongues. The silk slipped gently from her body fluttering away in the soft breeze. She stood, shoulders back, head high, waiting, wanting… My hands move in sleep, gently unknowingly caressing her,. Her long tapering legs, always slightly parted seemed to suggest he could easily look up between them to the warm inviting place where her sleek inner thighs and softly rounded buttocks became one. Her silken pubic mound would be darker and thicker than Karen's, but he knew that the softly curling hair would part like a clearing in the forest to reveal the liquid pink orifice of her cunt tucked between soft, wetly glistening cuntal lips.One of the men at the table was telling a dirty joke, but. ”“No? That’s it? Just no?”“Not serious. Just fun.”“Nothing at risk.”“Exactly.” Huh.“The greater the risk, the more nervous?”“Seems that way to me,” she fired back. We’d texted back and forth like this for hours before.“Must be a lot at risk. I’m really frickin nervous.”“Her daughter’s coming too, right?”“Yup.”“Double the risk. Two hats,” she reminded me. It’s a conversation we’d had about Kayla and her – how she wore two hats with her and it made sense.The album was long over so I put on.