Desperate. Empty and crying out for the hard thrust of your body into mine. Frantic, with need for what only you can give. I dreamt of you... again... Of our filthy, little secret. Do I dare to share? Do you even want to hear? ~~~~ I dream of you again. I’m surrounded by throngs of city dwellers, and yet, I’m all alone. Sitting, I wait on the empty park bench. The wooden seats are old, splintered, and I feel the sharp edges pressing into the pale flesh of my thighs as I settle myself. . I put them on, modeled them and then took them off. As I put each one on, Heather was amused by the horrible things written across my chest in large letters. She read each suggestive or flat out obscene come-on and frequently chuckled in amusement.Her reaction helped to calm me. It made this horrible experience a little easier to bear and I was grateful. I winked at her as I changed in and out of the obscene garments.I put on a half a dozen nearly transparent blouses next. They were no worse. ”She held out her inorganic hand, turning it until her palm was facing out. Set upon the surface were a pair of small buttons, side by side. Without preamble she curled a single digit, the sharp tip pressing against the rounded bump. I was overcome with a pain so intense that I simply could not move. It burned through my entire being. I tried to scream, but even my vocal chords were paralyzed. It lasted no more than five seconds and yet, it seemed like an eternity. It wasn’t until she withdrew. .. get me, daddy!"He got her. His lips sucked at the quivering, hot little stub, milking it quickly and making Coral moan steadily until she started to stiffen and jerk. He got his mouth over her hole and sucked at it just as she raised her ass upward, tearing a small tuft of grass out by its roots and dangling it under her until she had shuddered stiffly; then she fell back on the ground.She rolled over to lie on her side, her knees drawn up to her tits and her hands balled together at her.