I found myself dreaming of it in my hand and stroking it. Then I realized I was not dreaming. I had rolled over in twilight sleep and reached for it. ...t was growing! My pussy was on fire and even as I told myself I was a married woman I was moving under the covers to the hard flesh snake. Like an out of body experience, I could see myself lying now between his legs, moving my mouth to it. The mushroom head slid into my mouth, then my throat, as I opened it wider. Even if I say so myself, I am. Shortly after I took my seat the house lights dimmed. A total stunner walked on to the stage. She had flaming-red hair tied in to two pig-tails. She wore a crisp white cotton blouse which was tight enough to hint at ample breasts, and a tie with orange and black stripes, and although this was tied with a Windsor knot it was open at the neck. The blouse was tucked in to a dark blue skirt which ended half-way down her thighs. She also wore white socks, which started just below the knees and a. "Now what's going on?" Funaho asked excitedly. Obviously getting caught up in all the unexpected drama."It's sign language Mother." Sasami supplied."Ryo-oki has trouble speaking normally." Oh, the poor thing!" Masaki cried."Due most likely to a mental block of some kind." Washu muttered loudly from the side."No flaws in my design I can tell you that!" Uh!" Kiyone groaned, rolling her eyes. "Try to at least contain your modesty professor!" Well, what are they saying Sasami?" Ryoko asked. I also was into bondage and was definitely a 'top'. I stood about 5'8" tall and weighed about 118 lbs., all nicely distributed on my lanky frame. My mom was still very good looking at 42, shorter than I was at 5'3", and was more "Rubenesque" in stature. She knew of my lesbianism, but ignored it as she hoped it was just a "phase" I was going through. I dated a few women, but was not going with anyone at the time. Mom had not gone out since dad's death, but I hoped she would soon start to.