. but all that was there was an empty space, echoing the emptiness I sometimes feel inside. I closed my eyes, and forced myself to go to sleep, overri...ing the emotional pain that I felt.In my dream, we were together, somewhere. It was dark, and we were inside, sitting in front of a roaring fireplace, no other lights in the room. A bottle of wine was next to us, and we were laughing and talking. The firelight danced in your eyes, and on your lips. Your lips invited me to kiss them, which I did,. "I ran my hand around her soft breast. Lifted them to feel their weight. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on her pajama shirt and slid my hands inside exposing her wonderful mounds. I then kissed her again. This time I let my tongue brush her lips and she opened her mouth and accepted my tongue. As we kissed I could feel her getting turned on. By now I had a full erection and rubbed it against her belly. She let out an uncontrolled moan. I broke off my kiss and lowered my head to her nipple and. "Those are old too yah know. Give them to me. I want to do all the laundry."I didn't move. There was no way I could just take off the clothes I am wearing."Come on, son," she sighed as she approached me.She dropped the other clothes she had next to the bed and put her hands under my shirt. She started lifting it over my head and it finally freed itself. I was still stroking as she did this. I felt myself getting extremely close.She then moved towards my pants. She was gonna know I wasn't. Her legs werecovered by a navy blue skirt and pantyhose and black high heels crownedher feet. Those blue eyes looked at me and seemed to be inspecting myphysical appearance which frightened me, but somewhere gave me falsehope about the relationship I fantasized about. "Devin Marx, yes?" she asked, her thick, Russian accent hanging in theair. "Yes." I replied, trying to offer a friendly smile with my answer."Mr. Marx, I am Natasha Broycovich and I am here to tell you have beenchosen for.