He was the kind of man who would always put his duty as a father first. He must come back and be a good husband. But it had been eight months without ... word."You're thinking about him again," Mark said, sliding his arm around her."Sorry, can't help myself. Guess I have been married too long," she said as she turned into her lover for a kiss."Usually the wife is worried about the husband finding out, not the guy himself. It's a bit of a blow to my ego." Just how many married women have you been. It was special ”“What are you going to do when Fred comes up today?”“I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I feel like I’m trapped and it’s hard for me to hurt people, Mom, Dad, Fred.” She chuckled. “It’s not easy being me.”“I understand.” I rubbed her back and could feel her anguish and pain. I just wanted to soothe her.She sighed deeply into my chest. I felt her relax and she put her arms around me. We didn’t speak but just held each other for several minutes, then I felt her slowly grinding. Excitedthat my dream was so vivid, as well as dreaming I was a woman for thefourth night in a row. But disappointment that there appear to belimits, that I still cannot touch my crotch and feel what it's like tohave a vagina.I look at the dream crystal on my bedside table. Did it really give memore control of my dream?And if so, how can I make them even more realistic?*****In that night's dream, again I'm wearing a dress.This time, I'm already at my house. Jack's even there; he smiles andsays,. " No, I only have a fetish for your panties Tara! My brother replied back.After putting my hair in a pony tail, as I reached down and lifted up the armrest, I said to my brother, " Before you go, I want suck your penis off!" Then I reached down and undid the sash to my robe. I opened up my blue robe exposing my breasts and my little pair of white bikini panties. Then I slid over and reached over pushing the button and lifting up the steering wheel. My brother never said a word, as I reached.