I closed my eyes and pretended this couldn't be happening, wishing it away. This had to be a bad nightmare I rationalized. Yes, in a minute I would wa...e up in my warm bed and realize it was all a bad dream. Only none of this felt like a dream. This was a nightmare beyond anything I could ever imagine.There was a tingling that started in my chest and grew out in every direction. Then my body began to shift in different directions, and for a moment I thought maybe I had shrunk by a couple of. "Er... yes... fist-fucking," she said, and I knew it had to be the first time she had ever uttered those words out loud."Sometimes it makes me squirm... and sometimes I can't help wondering..." What it would be like to try it?" I finished the thought for her, raising my eyebrows quizzically.Fran nodded, hardly daring to meet my eyes. Bless Nicki and her intuitions."Of course, you can learn to do it to yourself," I said - having recently become an addict of self-fisting. "But having someone you. As for the dreams? Most-likely the result of too much work and not enough play -- or so she hoped. Whatever the case, Jen was going to find some answers, and maybe get a little reassurance from her friend. She kept the phone call with Katrina short, then fell back on the couch and tried to relax. The droning sound from the TV, along with two glasses of wine certainly helped, and before she knew it, she was sound asleep on the sofa. Almost immediately, the dream came to her again. This time,. She loved it, begging for more and telling me how his balls were slamming into her clit, which I know she loves. I could see her juices running all over his cock, down his balls and dripping onto the bed as he pounded her over and over until she cried out, "Oh my God I am going to come again. I am going to come all over your black cock Daddy. Oh yes make your little girl come all over your black cock Daddy. Make me come. Oh God here it comes," she grunted. I could see the veins on her neck.