’ Sallie wanted to laugh at the indignant look on her son’s face. Instead, she screeched when her foot touched the cold floor, bringing fits of la...ghter from him. ‘Oh, you think touching the cold floor is funny?’ Sliding into her slippers, she ruffled his hair and smiled. She realized how fortunate she was to have him and vowed to push the dark mood away. ‘That’s odd. There should be heat,’ she mumbled, turning the old thermostat from the sixty-six degree setting to a warmer seventy, expecting. I am really laughing inside at this entire situation. Strangely though, my cock is as hard as it ever gets and is already capped with an ooze of pre cum. But, WTF! I jumped on the bed behind her. Just then Mickie turned her head to me and told me I didn’t need to be especially careful, she had been practicing at home with carrots and cucumbers just to get the feel of it. So I greased up her butt and my cock and pressed against her bum hole. I slipped right in. Yes, she had indeed practiced. She had been content to observe both dreams and replays of daily life. She wonders now if the latter could be altered as well to plant false memories of...Cassie shakes her head and frowns. She will not go there. Affecting dreams is bad enough.Patterns and color swirl like an out-of-focus kaleidescope. Dorothy is between REM cycles, in the total quiescence of deep-wave sleep. In these cycles, Cassie can do nothing; the mind is effectively shut down.She waits, and the colors spin and grow more. I guess I did a pretty good job, because she stayed for the curry, and gave me high complements. We had a really nice time talking about ourselves – who we were, who we wanted to be.With a bit of awkwardness, we started to make out on the couch. At which point she said that it was time to make up her mind. The last bus back to her city would leave in half an hour. Not knowing where her mind was, I suggested that she stay the night. To my surprise she accepted.The whole thing made me really.