Prepared tracks containing the following dream sequences set to the visual flashes of the lucid dreaming mask.Dream Sequence One:You are nude in bed a...one but covered by sheets.Brad and Dillon come into the room and ask if they can sleep with you, they’re scared of the dark and don’t want to be alone.You tell them OK, and to climb into bed.You are now sandwiched between them, Brad is facing you and Dillon is behind you!It is now that you realize they are also nude as you feel their hardening. “Will you touch me, Daddy? Feel how wet I am? How much I want you?”Groaning quietly, cock straining, I reached down between us, eased her nightshirt up, touched the waist of her panties, and slipped my fingertips inside. I touched her warm skin, then the starting swell of her mons, and then, shuddering, I felt my daughter’s silky pubes. She lifted her leg and I explored lower, my hand covering her lush mons, and deeper between her legs. Cara’s pussy was warm. And as I cupped her completely, I. My hands were already under his shirt, one feeling his chest and the other his lower back. I uttered a soft moan as his hands went down my pants and touched my ass. I pulled his shift off of him and he did the same. We fell down onto the bed, both of us shirtless, rubbing our erect cocks from over our shorts. My legs got tangled into his, and while still making out, I started going down his shorts. He quickly got up and took off his shorts, his tight underwear showing very clearly the shape of. You. And only you. And no one else! No one else. I’m sorry I wasn’t… brave enough. To kiss you without being drinking. Without? Being. Drunk.“I’m saawrry,” she slurred out loud. Before she even realized it, she’d started to softly sob. The stupid way her words sounded only made her more ashamed and crushed. I’m sorry, Brian. I’m so sorry, for messing this up. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.“For what?” Brian had been leaning back against her sofa, but now twisted in surprise. “Emily—why are you.