." Really? I would never have guessed, you look extremely young for yourage, though I'm sure you've heard that before." If I had a pound forevery time...I'd heard it, it wouldn't have needed to break into yourhouse, I thought to myself. "Well treasure those youthful looks, theywon't last forever!" Deborah said with a sigh."Do you have a job? I presume not seeing as you were attempting to robme." she asked placing a ham and cheese sandwich and a glass of waterdown in front of me.I explained about. Ask her who she is? You would probably get a reply like “I am a mother first, wife second,” and so on. Ask her if she is ever not a mother and get a big “No!” Well, by contrast, I am a sex object for my husband to instruct, use and play with first, with no close second - even if the second is all my other wifely duties together. Take all the time an average woman might take for a full-time job, being a Mom and the extra chores and other demands of being a couple. Instead of that, my husband. Then I wake up, crying.I dont know what to do about this.I dont know who I can talk to.I know dreams aren't real, but it comes from somewhere, but where?And its not just the dream. Sometimes, I look at myself in the mirror, andI look .... wrong, somehow. I look and I half-expect to see the girl frommy dream looking back at me.And the fact she doesn't is a grief I cant even begin to describe ....I've got to pull myself together, shake this off somehow.I wish I had someone to talk to about this,. Erika's on her knees as her fingers touch Zareen's ankles. "How did that feel?" Nice. Very, very nice," Zareen replied.I command Erika to lean in and lightly kiss Zareen's from her stomach down to her inner thighs. The moment Erika's lips touch Zareen's stomach, Zareen exhales loudly. She quivered a little but kept her balance. Erika moves down to Zareen's pussy lips and lightly kisses it and Zareen moans. After Erika finished kissing Zareen, I had her stand up."Now Zareen, it's your turn." I-I.