It was 'just' a dream, remember, but I'd often felt guilty that my relatives had actually owned other human beings! Sure, the Civil War had left the l...rgely unrepentant South devastated for generations (and in some places it had never fully recovered), but defeated, or not, many Southerners didn't feel sorry for their history of slave ownership. I did, however.Back to the dream---In it, I'd received a letter in the mail informing me that as a Southern white male, and who's ancestors had been. I couldn't help notice, but by now, I could see that he had a nice bulge appearing in his trousers. And likewise, I could feel myself getting aroused after hearing his comments. “How’s your back now, John?” I asked. “Still a-wee bit sore,” he replied. “Perhaps, a nice soft massage might help then,” I suggested. “Nice idea,” John said. Time was getting on and we both agreed it would be a good idea to make a move back to the B&B. Once in the room, I think both our hearts were pounding at the. Not exactly, she told me, he did rub his cock against my pussy. And?, I asked her. I rubbed back against him too, his cock was fully hard then, so I could really feel him against me, she answered. Is your pussy wet now, I asked. Yes it is, very hot and wet, my wife answered.We then left and drove towards home. All the way I was thinking of my wife being felt up and feeling the hard cock of a stranger against her. I was really hard just thinking of it.I suddenly noticed an adult theatre, so I. All of these arrangements had taken about two weeks.I arrived in the capital in the middle of the afternoon. It was a bright sunny day. Not too hot, or too cold. Kristen had a small house just outside the palace grounds. She was at work when I arrived, but her maid sent her word shortly after, that I was there. I met her two daughters, Lisa and Laura. They were charming children, happy and bubbly as only little girls can be.The messenger returned sometime later. Kristen sent word that she would.