.. "Yes, I can see your dreams, but I prefer not to. Dreams are like hallucinations, they don't make much sense. I prefer just to gather the emotional...content of the sleeping thoughts. Would you like me to wake you up if you start to have a nightmare?" I pondered the question a moment, and told her "No. I would rather my brain do what it wants. However frightening a nightmare is, it is always a relief to wake up- maybe that is their purpose, to make reality prefered over dreams." She tucked her. " Tim said as he stepped out into the rain in his tux. He made his way around to the front, popped the hood and glanced at the engine. "The battery's fine, spark plugs fine. I can't see why the car would die like this?" Tim, take a look." Kim rolled down the window enough to point with her long red painted nail at a light in the distance. Tim followed her hand to see the shape of an old house at the end of the dirt road they happen to stop in front of. "Maybe we can get help there."Taking the. Her body was magnificent, inside and out. She had the tightest pussy I'd ever felt, and she was even more beautiful when nude. And she was completely at ease when showing me her body, in contrast with her sometimes shaky self-confidence with her clothes on.She was really into role playing fantasies in bed. She would often take on a persona or situation, and it was my pleasurable job to decipher who she was or where we were. The scenarios usually included her being either forced or seduced into. I got down on my knees and started breathing hot air on her cunt and asshole while I kept slapping and massaging her ass cheeks. She was moaning and trying to push back against my face. I spit on her asshole and started to work my finger in. Her whole body shuttered."Do you want me to fuck your ass?" I asked."Please" she moaned."Have you been a good girl? Do you deserve an ass fucking?" I asked."Yes. Please fuck that ass . . ." she replied.I wasn't quite ready to let her off the hook yet. I.