"That's alright. Lots of dreams fade away afterwe wake up." I dream too." That's nice, Freddie. What do you dream about?" Lot's of things. Flower gard...ns. And scoring in softball. And soccer. ButI don't like soccer." Do you dream that one often?" No. Just the other night." Was it scary?" No. I don't know why I thought of it. It was odd, since I don't likesoccer and don't play that position." I imagine it doesn't mean anything. Or maybe you're facing something new,something you're not sure. You will groom me, prepare me just the way you want me for when you are finally ready to take your pleasure. You will massage some of the lemon oil onto me to soften the demure curls hiding my pussy. You will start telling me about your trip. After a while, you will lather up shaving cream on top of the oil. I will tell you how much I missed you. Then you will start shaving me. I got you a present, a straight razor blade, a very, very sharp, carbon steel blade. You will shave me until my pussy. Momentarily stunned, Michelle stared into his eyes, and then closing them, parted her lips. Their tongues met and intertwined. Mike’s arms encircled her, his hand resting at the top of her butt. Michelle put her arms around Mike’s neck, now kissing him passionately. Picking her up in his strong arms, Mike carried her out of the pool, laying her on the soft grass. As they gazed into each other’s eyes, Mike whispered, “Michelle I want you.”“I think we know what we both want.”Smiling, Mike kissed. Her lips were slightly parted as her rapid breathing slowly came under control. She stared into his eyes: ‘I’m breaking every single rule I have …’ He said nothing, but his eyes were no longer laughing at her. They just smiled, knowing. Understanding the turmoil inside her. She swallowed and whispered: ‘But would you like to come inside? For coffee … or something?’ His whole face beamed the answer. She fished her key from her handbag and turned to unlock the door. His arms enveloped her waist.