My eyes popped open and I was staring at the ceiling. I had fallen asleep on my sister’s guest bed after having one too many glasses of the rum punc... she had made for her son’s 21st birthday party.The dream was beyond any that I had experienced. The vision of my sister crawling between my legs was exactly as I imagined her in my mind, and the feeling of her lips on my cock was complete with detail and the warm wetness. And as the dream faded and my mind began to clear from the fog of the rum. "Here.....tell simon" I'm breathless but manage to tell my husband what's just happened and what is happening to me right now.I tell him doug is in me, he's fucking me.Oh god I'm naughty, I feel so wicked doing that but I know he likes it.....he likes to know what his slut wife is upto. The phone is pulled away as doug builds up an even stronger rythum, I feel his power, his weight holding me down.I know what's coming. So does robin."Oh yes....here we go.....come on that's it......fill that. There's more, but of a less drastic nature I plan to ignore. Mom, should I get involved? I mean, should I fix the serious problems if I can?" You seem hesitant. Why?" she asked."Considering human nature, the problems will be never ending. Once I fix one problem, another will pop up. Besides, I'll need to reveal my ghostly presence to fix some of them, and I've gone to great lengths to keep my ability a secret. I certainly don't want to become a lab rat in some government secret project." Oh,". . prefect.The Monday after her first contact Elizabeth Anne Boleyn appeared at the office with THREE applicants for prenatal care and WIC.“They live on a boat.”Sudden inhalations of breath almost sucked the windows out of their frames.“They’re Foreigners.”Nearly shattered the glass.“Might be illegals.”The boss descended from her third floor corner office and shook Elizabeth Anne’s hand.So ... Elizabeth Anne Boleyn wasn’t at the airport when Tyche Selene flew the 89% scale Pitts ... and proved.