I pull his fingers to my mouth and lick them. Sucking them into my mouth swirling my tongue around. He stands up and lifts me up. I wrap my legs aroun... his waist as his mouth entraps mine. Our tongue battle, our mouths try to eat each other. He sits on the couch with me in his lap. His hands fumble with his pants while my hands cup his face and I’m kissing him maidenly. When he frees himself from his pants I whisper in his ear, ‘Fuck me. I wanna feel your cock in my pussy.’ ‘Whadya say?’ I. We brought ourselves a nice big inflatable mattress. Our one luxury for the weekend, it, of course, tortured us by taking the longest time to set up. Upon finishing inflation and eating our premade dinner, we decided to take a stroll over to the waterfall just up the trail, our favorite spot to relax. We wandered up in the dark, our little cabin only a short walk behind us all lit up to guide our path on the way back. When we got up there, we sat down and stared up into the stars. We were never. . fine. Like me, she misses performing." An awkward silence followed. I opted to return to the earlier track of conversation. "She and I want to start up the band again, if only for the summer, and so do you. Remember, though, we've got three more people to talk to, and they may be tough cookies to crack." Not 'we, '" Dave pointed out with a snicker. "You. You're the only one in a position to talk convincingly with the others."I rolled my eyes in reply, but I knew he was right. I turned to. There is nothing sexual about this vision, this dream of happiness. It is very sensual, and incredibly loving, but his only thought is to chase away my troubles and drive back my fears, not sex. Just as I see myself sobbing and howling away the pain of life in these visions that Payne brings me, I find my own face wet. This is when I waken, leaving the half-dream that had brought those precious moments of peace behind, and now I am free to shed my own tears. I can wail and sob and cry – I can.