My aunt, too. They'd call me 'queer'and 'faggot'. I keep having the same dream over and over." Was it really liked that, I know I haven't asked you ab...ut that?" Amandaasked.Nicole fought back the tears."Yes, yes, it was," she said, trembling."I had another dream, too," Nicole said."I was getting married," Nicole continued. "I was in a wedding gown.Amber and Kayla were my bridesmaids, all grown up. You were sitting wherethe bride's mother's supposed to sit. Sam was the groom. But then my realmom. With the other, I carefully run the trimmer over her fleshy mons. Dark shavings fall onto her thighs and between her legs. I brush them away dutifully, as I work, my fingers lingering longer perhaps than needs be. Stroke by stroke, she is slowly revealed to me. I see her brown skin peeking through, no longer hidden behind the luxuriant growth that kept her sex secret. I am delighted to find that her mons is plump and full. Her clit hangs between her parted labia like a strange fruit that I feel. He starts jabbering some kind of nonsense. Can't understand a word of it. Must be foreign talk. He has bad breath. Never mind. What's happening to me? I'm drifting off somewhere. Must have had too much to drink. I'm in a fog. The fog. The Female Fog, my ex used to call it. When my mind would sort of curl up and go to sleep and the Woman Beast in me would take over. That guy's starting to look pretty good. I could --Her fingernails were digging painfully into his arm as she snarled at him, "Get. Now my face was touching, if not pushed in her axe wound and one of her hand was pulling the fabric triangle to a side from over her pussy and offering it to me; I am sure. Seeing her fingers play with her pussy lips; my hard cock raised hell below and I had to take him in my hand over the jeans for comforting him a bit. I was doing it very quietly and without moving much of my limbs; concerned that she might not remove her pussy away from my sight. I think, Ronnie had just shaved her pussy.