(If you think you are confused, imagine how Janelle felt, being dead, then sleeping, then part of a dream; and knowing all the time it is someone else...s dream.)Cutie sat up in her bed, and leaned against the headboard. Like most everything else in her room, it was pink. Even her baby-doll pajamas were pink, and Janelle could see the pink aureolae on the tips of Cutie's smallish breasts through the fabric. Cutie had liked pink, when she was six, and her Mom had decorated her room with that color. The leaking was result of this rusting process”“Rusty? You mean the pipes are old?”“It’s not they are old, it’s that they weren’t made with material that could support the water flux and last longer. Do you remember the last time you changed them?”“Gee, I don’t know. This house was from my parents and they left it with me when they moved to the coast as some sort of inheritance”, Denise explained.“Don’t worry, ma’am”, Bob said. “The material is still good but it wasn’t built to hang and last. I thought to myself damn this thing is old as hell; I bet Granny hasn’t had sex in a long time. I put the dildo back and took the panties and oil back to the guest room, As I lay there stroking my meat, thinking about My Granny sucking and swallowing my cum. Unfortunately, before I could bust my nut, I heard Grannies car pull into the drive way and I knew I had to return the panties. I hurried and put everything back the way it was, and laid back down trying to fake sleep, I could tell she was. .. um...” Her cheeks flush. “ ... for being intimate, although that’s not quite how she put it.”“Which we aren’t.” Topless makeout sessions were still as far as we had progressed, and even then only one time since that weekend. I was fine with that. Perhaps slightly frustrated at times, but okay with it nonetheless.She cocked her head to the side. “Yet.” She then favored me with a lecherous grin before continuing. “But, no, I feel like that would be disrespectful to them anyway. So ... you.