So eager,” the voice chuckled.“Please,” I whispered.I did not want this dream to end. It had been a long time since I felt a man's hands on my b...dy, even if they were dream hands. Pushing off my alertness, I tried to remain in my dreamy state.I could feel his thumbs massaging my outer lips in a circular motion. With each rotation, he pulled them open. In an essence, he was using my labia to stimulate my clit and doing a very good job of it. Every so often, he would cease the circles and just. What if Brendan and his mother had belonged to the wee folk as well ?Most of all what about my precious Siobhan ?Did she, does she belong to them too I wondered utterly bewildered at whatmight lie ahead, not knowing what to believe, which way to turn or most ofall what to do next....I must have drifted off again for I suddenly awoke with a start just after6pm with a full moon shining brightly between racing clouds and lightingup the whole room like daylight, grateful that the poor creature had. "Well. What do you thinkof this dress? Do you think it's a pretty dress?" she asked gently,touching the lace and fluffing out the frills"Well... yes, it's OK," he replied watching her."And do you think a girl would feel nice wearing it," she asked, takinghis hand and making him touch the buttery soft satin. "Yes, I guess," he said, his mouth going dry and his heart beatingrapidly."It's so pretty, I think it would look cute on a boy as well, don'tyou." "Um... maybe," he replied, feeling. It might have been just a temporary halt if the second event hadn’t occurred, but thank God it did.It’s ironic that the man who had started me on the last few years’ descent into rampant promiscuity should be the one to rescue me from it, but that’s what happened: I bumped into Tony at the pharmacy while I was actually collecting my tablets.At first, the embarrassment was overwhelming, but he was far too polite to ask anything personal. Instead we made slightly awkward conversation. Then Tony.