Except, in a dream, young girls didn’t get up and crawl into my bunk. This one did. In a state that can only be described as shock, I crawled in beh...nd her, pulling the curtain closed behind me.Linda was standing to one side, unbuttoning her shirt as I turned around. Still in a dream-like state, I followed suit. By the time I had my shirt off, she’d undone her denim jeans and was wiggling her hips as they slid down her soft, smooth legs. There she stood in front of me, wearing a light blue lace. The feeling was out of this world. She stepped back few feet and with looking me right into my eyes she slipped out of her dress. She was not wearing any thing else. There she was like a roman goddess. She was naked in front of me. The girl of my dream who actually belonged to some one else. Well, who cared at that point? She asked me “Well, what do you think”. “Wow’ was my answer. She came close to me a pulled down my zipper.My dick was begging me to take it out. It did have the mind of its. Reagan; you've had them before, remember?"Pot! Her mind screamed. Oh, no, not more marijuana! She remembered the last time, how he had forced her to smoke one of the little brown cigarettes, and another, how she had become giddy and light-headed, responding to his commands almost eagerly as the fear and disgust left her body under the influence of the drug. But wait... maybe that was the best thing now... yes, for if she allowed herself to become high under the emotion-numbing drug the evening. Surely, she did not mean that I could do anything I liked with her!!I felt her hands at my trousers and eased away to make it easier for her. I had never shed my trousers so fast. She looked at my cock and smiled. “Come to mummy” she whispered. She presented her ample breasts to me and told me how that when she was suckling me, she used to get turned on by my sucking on her nipples. She said that it was often so bad that she would finger herself while I was happily feeding from her. She told me.