That soft sound of a saxophone, the low groan from the upright base, that metal on metal of a snare drum. All the rest hide under those three but when...I listen I can just hear their ghosts drifting in the magnolia scented breeze. I walked toward the sound of the music of course. That’s what the use to say of the true heroes. They always went towards the sounds of the guns. Well, I’m no hero but I’ll walk towards the sounds of mine. Shifting my guitar on it’s strap so it hangs better I fished. With that realisation you can then control the dream and do anything you want. Its no longer like a normal dream, it becomes reality, but a reality you can bend to whatever you desire. When I read about lucid dreams, I was pretty sure I had found my answer. I bought books on the subject and I practiced, at first with tame things like flying and walking down exotic beaches, until I knew I was ready. I went to bed early, to raised eyebrows from my wife, but she didn't follow me. I knew she'd be. " she cried while I did it."Shut up, slut," I said. "Or you want me to use the belt again?"She stopped talking now, but her eyes were still filled with tears. I now started sucking the other one, and touching the one I used to suck before. She cried now, altough not only with diagreement but there was also a bit of pleasure now.I looked around the room. i saw some alligator clips on the cupboard in the corner. I picked them up, and put them on Cindy's nipples. She let out a cry, I knew it must. .. We could hear the wind blowing and light snow was coming down."O your touch feels so good, it has only been 3 weeks or so, but it feels like we been apart 3 months," She moans into my mouth."I have missed you so much, now that I have you in my arms, I am never letting you go," I whispered back to her.We kissed with more passion, our tongues were flicking into each others mouth. I continue to massage her breast and nipples. My hand slowly worked its way down to her pussy. To my surprise it.