I love you forever.”“Paul?”“Hi Lynn. Has she been like this all week?”“Yes. I have tried everything. Last night I just held her and she cr...ed herself to sleep.”“What? All because of a dream?”“Paul, I think that she had another one but isn’t talking about it.”“Do I need to talk to her again?”“You can try, but I don’t know if it will help. Let me ask her. Erin, Paul wants to know if you have had another dream.”“Hi Paul. Yes. The baby said it was sorry for the pain, but it was needed.”“Hang in. I snuck out to the living room. Jeff was in his room so I poured two glasses of wine and took them back to my room. We smoked the joint, drank the wine and lay together on my bed. We laughed and joked and teased each other the way best friends do.I guess I have to confess something here that is pretty embarrassing. Tawney and I don't have sleepovers as much as we used to. But when we do, for the last few years we have been doing something that as far as I know most girls who are best friends. Sherrie presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth. I watch it flex as she swallows the bubbling fizz of water. Seeing it mixed with her frothy saliva, I want to add my own little drop from my mouth into hers.Sherrie grunts for more.I squirt a larger amount this time. I don't do it as decisively; a thin dripple traces it's way down her chin. I swiftly carress her chin with the crook of my finger and watch the wet slowly seep into my pores.Sherrie's tit grazes my hand as I return the water. " Once I had done the last catch she said, "Follow me to the mirrors. Just take short steps so you don't trip," and we carefully tiptoed to the full-length mirrors to admire our appearance. "Any suggestions, lover?" Get the baby oil, Kel, and lube our gloved palms," which she did. "Grab my cock, love," as I wrapped my fingers around hers. We stood looking at our bizarre figures with whiteness of our tits and cocks accentuated by the rubber accessories that said we each were dominating the other.