She shuddered, squeezing her hazel eyes shut.“Breed us?” the Mother Superior demanded, her hips shifting. “You think you're going to breed us? W... are Brides of Christ, demon, not wanton whores who will satiate your perverse lusts.”“Oh, then what was Sister Chastity Hope doing when you caught her sucking my dick and fingering my twat?” I asked, my hand fisting my futa-cock. My other slid past my shaft to finger my cunt.“A momentary lapse in judgment,” the Mother Superior said. She grabbed her. We staggered our way back to our room all in great humor and a little tipsy. Mel pulled a bottle of gin from his bags, pouring one for Marie and himself while I declined and laid out on our bed. They turned off all but one light and we engaged in conversation and the conversation turned to dirty jake, Mel knew a lot and we laughed a lot but I soon I began to doze. I finally stripped off and climbed beneath the covers still trying to take part in the conversation but not able to fight my. Actually Iwas happy doing this since it felt I was sanitizing after holding Jim'spiss and cum all night. Then I climbed into the tub and soaked. The soapyenema didn't seem as easy to hold as the pee and cum but I managed. Ilooked at the tattoo just above my little landing strip and my nub. Inthe tub the pubes showing did look so girl-girl. But at least the tattoohad faded a bit. Sean wasn't lying.I was happy I had awakened early since it meant I could lounge a bit inthe tub and think. How could. One big change was the night I was in the dream for the first time. I was lying, naked on a sandy beach. She was standing over me, watching. My dick was visible and I could see it was hard and ready. But the lady made no move toward me and it seemed I could not move or speak. As always the dream was short and that was all I saw. I continued to awaken with a pounding erection after each dream. But I never came during one.The dream slowly progressed. After several instances of just watching me.