I imagine these scenarios between Casey and me. Like, I’ll be walking out the front of the store the day we met and then she’d come into Target in...her cream halter top, light blue mini and her beautiful soft blonde hair (I know it’s soft from the dream and in dreams you just know things). It was tied up in a pony-tail like before, and she’d see me and say – ‘Umm excuse me but, I think I had a dream about you.’ I would smile and be all cool and self-assured and raise my eyebrows and say,. "Helen nodded."Pony girl?" guessed Cathy.Helen nodded again, suddenly aware of how she was sitting with her legs spreadeagled, exposing herself. Giving a little chirp of embarrassment she snapped her knees together."Oh, don't mind me..." smiled Cathy. "I was enjoying the view. Perhaps I could provide some assistance?"Helen's eyes opened in amazement."You mean you don't mind?" she half whispered."Mind?" repeated Cathy. "Why should I mind. In fact, I think you would make a very sexy. I wondered what he was up to but didn't say anything ... I turned over so I was lying on my back - pretending that I was asleep and didn't realize that he was touching me - and his hand moved to my chest and the other hand took the covers down from both of us. He also was lying on his side, very close to me, and I knew he was wearing only underwear. He brought his head close to my ear and whispered: "Want to play 'The worm game'?" Gosh I thought, what the heck was that? I thought a few. So when she started to snigger on the plane, I had to know what was going through her dirty little mind."you know we've got 200 extra cigarettes over our duty free allowance? Well when we get to the hotel, do you fancy playing the naughty customs officer and the international smuggler?" she smirked."Could be fun, but we forgot to pack the latex gloves," I grinned.It took me and my dirty little slut a few days to acclimatize to the Tunisian heat, but once we got stuck into the Duty Free Vodka,.