There’s so much of it, too. You are always so damn soaking wet for me…in the dream. Can this really be just my imagination? Can it? Tell me! Do yo... ever really get wet for me? Again, I ask you, what does it all mean? That I fantasize about you? Of course I do. That’s no secret but it doesn’t go anywhere near explaining why I enjoy this particular dream so often and why nothing else? Just me going down on you, licking your holes, eating you out, sucking on your clit and making you come for. Instead, I was now firmly squeezing both of her boobs. It took no time for her nipples to harden and poke through the see-through nighty. Just like her sister I thought. By now she had stopped resisting and was lying whimpering under my touch. Occasionally she would arch her back to receive my touch more fully Her nipples were between my fingers now as he alternated between kneading her soft tits and pulling on those beautiful pink nipples. It was clear that she didn’t mind me doing both. I. After waiting another 20 minutes I saw the bus pull up. The dooropened and a few rough looking men got out. I stepped onto the bus andwent to find a seat."Your fare, girlie," The bus driver said to me.Oh shit, I didn?t have any money on me. I hadn?t needed any cash whileliving at the Beta House, everything was taken care of. I went back upto the front and looked at him. He was mid-40s, pudgy. Notattractive, nothing like the men I had serviced earlier today."Fare," he said, pointing at the. She looked to me to be about thirteen or fourteen summers. She was taller than average for her age with a body that was lean, fit, and tanned. Her sandy hair was close-cropped, slightly matted after days without a wash. She wore nothing but the bandages that covered virtually her entire torso, from the tops of her breasts to the bottom of her hips. More bandages wrapped her right thigh. Her hairless pussy lay bared, in stark contrast to the modesty her bandages provided the rest of her.