"You're so sleepy you can barely stand, yet you're scared to go back in there," she told her image, then continued mentally, Justin's dead. That awful...neighborhood is hundreds of miles away. Time to catch up on my sleep. Morning will be here before you know it.Back in bed, she reduced the lights to near total darkness, turned onto her left side and was quickly asleep again. Thirty minutes later, she screamed out and sat bolt upright. This time, she remembered the dream – remembered it all too. After tht i asked her. she said she is housewife and husband is ininsurance field. uske baad hum yaha waha ki baate karte rahe.Meine bataya ki main yaha akela rahta hoon. fir usne pucha ki khane ka kya karte ho to maine kaha ki tiffin aata hai. i also added tht i bored with tiffin.aise hi baate karte karte usme apne gar ka pata bataya. maine himmat karke usko apna visiting card dediya.uske baad hum chale gaye. us incident ke 2-3 baad uska phone aaya. she said she also do part time insurance. A dark line led down from there, past his navel and into the dark bush that surrounded his genitals. His heavy dark cock stood pointing straight up his belly, his ball sack huge and hanging. In contrast I was almost skinny, my chest totally hairless, my cock thin and pink, also pointing straight up, hard as a railroad spike and about the same size, my pubic hair blond and sparse, shining in the sunlight, my ball sack small and tight."Are you cold?" No, I'm okay." But you are shivering." I am. Just by standing here, like this, I have offered it you, but I can't make you take it, no one can. It is a thing that will be hard for some of you to accept. For some, accepting it will seem the hardest thing you have ever done, but harder still will be passing it on, and it's very important – critical even – that you do both, because until you do, you will never have hope."That thing ... is trust. Not trust of me, not right away at least – that would be asking too much – because you really.