She grabbed my hands and made me play with her big beautiful breast, the breast that hade fed me for many years was now back into my grasp. She knew ...hat I wouldn’t know how to play with them so she showed me how she liked it with her hands on mine. Once I got the hang of that she rolled over keeping me in her so that she was laying on her back, and I got to thrust. Again she taught me that as well. Telling how hard to thrust, in what angle to thrust, how fast, how to keep up a good tempo. . One morning i'd made my mind up to go out, get naked and play with myself in one of my favourite spots not too far away so i wandered down the lane and jumped the big white fence into the fields. i wandered a while till i found my spot just off a footpath and made my way just inside a group of trees, i stripped off slowly feeling the air on my naked body making my cock nice and stiff. I closed my eyes and started stroking and must have been going for a good 5 minutes before i heard voice. It. I know that you made me have those feelings. But I always surrender to them. Always. Because it's what you want, and because... because... I like to surrender."This was a bit of a revelation. I wasn't entirely sure I believed it, but I saw no reason to argue the point. "Okay," I said, "so YOU talked in your sleep, and it was Dee who heard and had a copycat dream."Dee suddenly couldn't make eye contact. She was hiding something. I looked at her curiously. "Dee?" I..." She looked guilty. "I. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the familiar small stretch of concrete beside the park we grew up in. “Look!” she said, as she pulled out a small box of worn thick chalks. “No way!” I shouted.Almost every day when we were younger we had come to this very spot and written things on the ground about each other. Mean little juvenile jokes that were funny to us at that age. Until I went to far and had give her a kiss to make it better, which, of course, disgusted me at the time. She.