As she was still breathing heavy I lifted up her skirt and ran my hand over her crack on the outside of her knickers, she moaned. She was wet through,...as I rubbed her she said "I was nearly there", I said "Don't worry you will be soon", as I continued to rub her cunt. Soon she gasped and let her climax rock through her as she got wetter on my hand.As she came, she stood up and I turned her around to face me. "You won't tell my daughter will you" she said again. As she faced me I unbuttoned her. “What’s wrong?”“I think you were dreaming,” I said.“What?” He sat up. It was warm and he hadn’t been covered by the sheet. He was naked, as usual. There was a towel lying on the floor next to the mattress. He had an erection.“I think you were dreaming ... about me. Bobby, I could feel your dream.”“Feel it?”“I felt your hand on my side. Do you remember dreaming?”“I have lots of dreams,” he said.“Do you remember any about me?” I asked.There was too much silence between the time I finished asking. She felt more rested than she had for a long time and at the same time curiously happy, the misery of the night before just a bad dream. Looking at her clock she thought, "Goodness it is nearly noon, time I got up and looked to see what I can find for my Christmas dinner. I may not have a turkey, but I'm sure I can find something special in the freezer which will have to be used up anyway since the power is off, and I've got plenty of bottles of wine."Then, as her senses cleared, she. Her mouth was open and she appeared to be panting heavily, as her hips began to thrust back and forth with each movement of her hand. At the same time, she was gazing intently across at me, her huge blue eyes taking in my every movement.I was close now, as my breathing became quicker and shorter, and I felt my cock twitch in my hand. I had slowed right down, but could feel my testicles beginning to rise, and I knew that whatever I did now wasn’t going to prevent the inevitable. I looked across.