Then she appeared to me in the dream. Maybe this means that if we are thinking seriously about someone before we fall asleep, we may dream about them.... And as I recall, I was thinking about my dad that night he later appeared in a dream to tell me he was worried about me. But just because I thought about him doesn't explain his prophetic warning."I responded, "Maybe you're right. Our spirits somehow connect with our departed love ones when we think about them. Is that possible?" We stared at. "Okay, butlet's see what you can do first to make yourself more presentable." Hesuggests. He's right, too, for when I glance at the mirror I see a girl withthat just fucked look written all over her pretty face, her hair a mess. It'sthe hair that concerns me most, I could care less who knows we made love thismorning and I'd bet we're not the only ones, either. He digs a hairbrush outof the purse he'd carried and hands it to me saying, "Have fun." I grab thepurse itself and before he can say or. Once inside we were kissing on the bed and I began to remove her clothes. Betsy crooned as I removed her panties and she lay naked before me. It was the first time I had seen her completely naked. I kissed my way up her legs and then spread them to look at her pussy. She had a small tuft of reddish brown hair above her nice looking pussy. I dipped my tongue in her tasting her and found her to taste sweet. I ran my tongue over her clit causing her to cry out again. Just a couple of swipes and. I tried to focus my mind on anything but was what was about to happen and noticed this older biker looking man staring into my eyes. As I was staring at him, I noticed his hand at his crotch and he was rubbing on the outside of his stained and torn jeans. Then I let out a huge scream as the needle pierced my left nipple. All the people watching either applauded or laughed, except for this man who just stared back and rubbed on his cock. I could tell that he was on hard and could easily see his.