She was on her side and u*********sly rolled to her back and spread her legs as if it was instinct. I had been hard for a while now and pulled my unde...wear of so I could leak precum on her back and butt. I figured she wasn't going to be woken up easily so I just ran my hand down her belly and over her panties and to her crotch. She started moaning softly as I began rubbing her through the cloth. I know that irritates her after a while so i slipped my hand in at the top of her panties, ran it. And, unable to put everything that was threatening to break my skull open into words, my mouth just said, "Good."It was a typical sounding f******n year old response to a very atypical question. Those of you who are parents knew what I'm talking about. You ask for information and you get a one word response that sounds flat and unresponsive. I saw her eyes change and her mouth tighten up so that the corners made little creases. They were the only wrinkles on her face and I usually only saw them. I felt his knees buckle, and decided it was time to take it over to the couch. He climbed onto the couch facing the wall, and I then realized he intended to go all the way. I got down on my knees behind him, putting my face right at ass-height. I probed his asshole with my tongue, letting the spit run freely from my mouth. His ass sufficiently lubricated, I stood up and unfastened my jeans. Pulling down my boxer briefs, my cock sprang out, as if wondering what had taken me so long. I. My fingers push back my fringe, and I gaze at the familiar patterns offreckles covering my plump, bare arms with a mixture of vexation andrelief.Okde.It means...No, it's gone.But who was the wicked witch of the waterfront?It was just a dream, babe. You've been letting your imagination run awaywith you, that's all.The clothes strewn on the carpet suggest why. I climb out of bed and putthem back in my holdall, trying my hardest to think about how I shoulddress for the trip to the Isle of Wight.