Drawing a deep breath, she gave the shoulder a gentle squeeze."Papa, please? It is I, your daughter, Christine. Please look at me, speak with me."Drip...ing water was the only sound that followed her pleas and then the soft swish of fabric as the cloaked figure before her slowly, almost hesitantly, turned towards the young woman."Oh, Christine! My only child, it has been too long! I have missed you so very much!"Christine looked up and tried to peer inside the hood to see the face of the man. I said hi and handed her a soda."Are you related to the Wilson's on Beech St.?"I gulped. "Yes. My Aunt lives there with my cousins Nolan and Laura. Doyou know them?" Yes, I do. That Nolan is such a hunk. I drool when I see him in school.Does he have a girlfriend? If he does she is soooo lucky. I think Iwould kill to go out with him." What the hell is she saying? She knows I'm alive? She likes me?" Ineeded more information."Are you the Heather Stone that goes to High School on Main Street?". During the night from April 24 to 25, 2017. I have embellished the dream here, added some color, worked on the language, but the core of this story is what I have dreamed.For inspiration, the dream is clearly indebted to Turandot, Penelope, Pirate Jenny, the brothers Grimm, and many others. My thanks to you all!The King has died, leaving his daughter as his only heir.She had ruled together with him.The law says, the King’s, or the Queen’s, throne and life have to be shared. Now that the King. It was too much to handle. “Please...please...let me cum,” she begged. Mama, seeing that Rock was almost there, rubbed Goldy's G spot firmly and quickly. Twisting and turning her fingers, she watched, as more cunt fluid jetted out of the blonde's pussy. Ready to put her out of her misery, Mama pulled the clothes pin from Goldy's clit and watched it swell. Goldy felt her clit jump and twitch, as the circulation returned to it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, as the most powerful orgasm ripped.