It’s not like you can’t visit or we can’t visit.”“But who’ll watch the kids?”“Who watched them before you?” I asked gently.“Veroni...a.”“We’ll find someone, Abbie. It’s far more important to us that you’re happy. And I believe that means being a wife and a mom. And living in North Carolina.”She shook her head, “Do you know just how crazy that sounds?”Jason smiled but said nothing.“You aren’t the seventeen-year-old Goth girl I met in Albany. You haven’t been her for a long, long time. Jason loves. That could be fun, too. Why don't I try? I thinka little color on your face would be good. A little eye shadow wouldn'thurt. Just kidding, cutie. The perm will look good on you. Will giveyour hair some desperately needed body and some highlights will lookgreat on you, but I feel like doing a bit more to you. You need to beput down a notch or two. We might need to go shopping for a dress ortwo after I'm done, at least panties and a bra and stockings. Youdidn't know I had a wilder side, I'll. They softly cupped them and slowly caressed them. She moaned in her dream as she felt his lips take in one of her nipples, sucking hard and making the waves of pleasure travel to her pussy.Faith felt the moisture build in her pussy and wondered if in this dream, she would, for the first time, be fucked by her mysterious faceless dream-lover.She had woken from the dream a few times, cussing herself for it – rarely had the dream continued after it would stop with her awakening the second. I was alone in her guest room Masturbating when she walked in. Instantly I froze, but when I did so I noticed a different reaction in my grandmother, one I was dreaming of. I remember having my cock in my hand looking at my grandmother and she said, “ I am so sorry to interrupt you, i uhh” now to remind you, she has been A widow, so I knew by her reaction she liked what she saw, so I did not cover up, I continued to slowly stroke myself, and told her “I am sorry I didnt lock the door, Next time.