She dreamed about doing terrible things to other women. This in and of itself was not all that disturbing. What she found most odd was that when she h...d these dreams she was in other bodies. It was almost as though she were searching for a form to take in order to do what she desired. In her bed Tattia tossed and turned. She was wearing a short silky slip over her pert size C breasts. Sweat was pouring over her short pink hair. Her slender legs were squirming uncomfortably as though she were. Damn, I was busted. She thought I had long ago finished showering and the bathroom door wasn't locked. I so much wanted to dig a hole and bury my head in."May I know what are you doing with my undies young man ?" Umm.."She then went lower to inspect it. My erection was softening and it came alive by her magical touch. She started stroking me till I came. That was probably the hardest I came in my life. I decided to take her head and make her give me a blowjob, but afraid of mom coming in, my. "Tack sa mycket," Bartlett said, recognizing her accent."You're welcome," the woman laughed. "Har ni varit i Sverige?" No, I've never been to Sweden, but they tell me that it is nice." Bartlettpaused. "I always thought that Swedes were too polite to introducethemselves by saying that someone looked bad." I never said that you looked bad," she offered with an apologetic nod ofher head. "I was just looking for a companion to go with me to therestroom. In this country, I notice that women. How about your finger?" She smiled as she sensed his excitement with that idea. "Here, let me show you just how it works for me. Every girl is a little different, you know."She could of course tell that he was OK with that, and he found himself giving her slow, delicate strokes just the way she liked."What is it?" she said after a couple minutes.He was embarrassed to admit it. "Guess I don't have many secrets from you, do I? I'm feeling inadequate that I'm not making you come." Oh, Alan!" she.