”“OK, do you have a guesstimate when it might be available?”“Let me check,” said Ms. Carson stepping behind a bookcase.A few minutes later M.... Carson emerged from stacks in a tiny red bikini top over a black leather mini-skirt and white thigh boots with six-inch heels. “There seem to be thirteen names on the waiting list. But I do have this very interesting book on lesbian dildo bondage.”“Well, I don’t know.”“Oh, all of the librarians love it.”She handed me the book, and picked up a long skinny. When he emerged over an hour later, Emerson had a fresh shave, a haircut, a bath, and a new outfit. He had picked up a suit that was in style and felt much better.Emerson spent the rest of the day wandering through Santa Fe. It was already an old city and Emerson found it interesting. His command of Spanish was a definite aid in a city were so many spoke it, and not English. It reminded Emerson of the times his ship would dock in a new port and he would explore the culture of that part of the. Her tits had always been firm, tight,and round. Her waist was quite small, easily spanned by the hands ofa big man. Her stomach was flat, with only a hint of roundness belowher dimpled belly button. Her hips were curvy, flowing intoexceptionally long thighs and curvy legs. Perfectly shaped, her legswere outstanding in her bikini or shorts. Her ass, although small,was tight and rounded, the cheeks flawless, the crack deep andtantalizing to the watcher.Below her belly button was a thick mass. I was making love to her, or at least what I imagined making love to be, as we both lay together in her bed, with me on top, where I was forcing my manhood up between her legs and deep inside her.The dreams were most certainly erotic in nature and not once did I feel ashamed for what I was doing, or at least imagining, even when Karen's belly began to expand and grow before my very eyes.In the daylight I thought about the dreams often and what they could possibly mean, but that would only make.