" Well, you know how dreams are, don't you? You know, how they begin to fadethroughout the day, until you only end up with a vague and hazy recollecti...nof them?" Yeah! So?" So, instead of getting hazier and harder to recall, damn if that dream I hadlast night isn't becoming more vivid as the day goes on!"Hell, though something like this has rarely if ever happened before, thatwhacked out dream of mine is so vivid now that I'm actually beginning to havea hard time separating false from true! You. It was full of her need to obey. It wasn't the way anyone else said it. I could almost hear another word in its place. Mistress. But if she called my Christina, no one would know I was her futa-domme.My clit-dick throbbed in my panties.Her eyes were locked at my crotch. She licked her lips. My cock twitched again. A wet sport formed at the top of my satin panties, my precum bleeding through. I shuddered, aching to get out of my panties. Though they were cut to accommodate a futa's big dick and. Would Carmella be jealous if she did? If we were all on the big bed together and I had my cock in Carmella she would have little room to complain.At 5:30 I watched the Mercedes pull into the garage on the TV monitor hanging from the ceiling in the kitchen. It was both a conventional television and a security monitor. There were three cameras in the garage that covered every inch of the place. The garage was built under a good portion of the house and could hold as many as a dozen cars. There. To set the scene. I at the time was 18 and my girlfriend was also 18, younger by one month. We had been together since we where 16. She was 5''4 skinny with a naturally toned body and defined abs. Long chestnut brown hair blue eyes and delicate small hands.A common occurrence at her parents house was a Friday night family movie. Her mum had called us down asking if we wanted to watch and we agreed. The living room was quite large but was full of things ranging from furniture to piles of books.