Then, as this new reality takes over completely, and brings you fullyinto their world, you realize you can now understand what they'rechanting, and it...freezes your blood with fear..."Dark mother, sweet mother, we bring to you this man. His sins make himunworthy, and he must be chastised by change and fear". Over and overagain you hear this, as the bonfire grows sky high of it's own accord.Then suddenly, a face appears in the fire, and the chanting stops. Theface forms into that of a woman,. Now I won't lie to you and tell you that she looked the same way she did back in high school after thirty-three years. To tell the truth, she looked better. She had changed her hair color from brunette to what I believe is chestnut. Certainly, she did not younger, not at the age of forty-eight; but she definitely looked better. You see back in high school Gwen was, and looked like, a young girl. She was a little bit too skinny, still had her braces on, and hadn't filled out yet. But the. “Loosen your headcover,” it hit her like an order as he went back to the kiss. She had been pretty much emotionally shut down by now. She loosened her head cover herself.Once she did that, her hands went back to his face. Then, he broke the kiss and started eating the left side of her neck through the loosened space.“Aah…Oh God, Shaw,” she moaned as her left-hand fingers started running through his hair. She felt his hands over and over again on her body, but mostly on her boobs. Her nipples. ” And I answered, “No, I don’t think so. Actually, your ass is perfectly symmetrical when compared to your waist and luscious titties.” For some reason calling them “luscious titties” didn’t faze either of us and felt completely appropriate in this dream.Then I stood up and said, “But I have a question for you. Does my cock bulge out too much in these shorts?” For some reason I was wearing silk boxers in this dream, and nothing else. She looked at me critically and said, “Well those shorts.