But after their session, Ren gave us the tools we needed, and we wove the Dream Stuff and built a path, using TeJon, and Kru, and all the other Preci ...e had met who had found their way through the battles and the indecision, and doubt and come out whole on the other side. We wove and molded out of the things that existed as pieces of the Dream World. We started with some Still of the Night, and in it bound together threads of Longing and Hope, and sprinkled in bright flecks of Promise and. I had to kneel on the bed to get to her hands. The rope was soft white cotton with the ends taped and burned. I folded the rope in half, making sure the ends were even. She held out a hand to me."I'm already wet just from waiting for this," she said."Trying to distract me won't work," I said.I wrapped the rope around her wrist once, feeding the ends through the loop, pulling back the other way, then wrapping it around her wrist several times with two of my fingers between the rope and her. "This is wonderful!" I bubbled."My mother used to make things like this for me and my cousins on special occasions. It seems like dessert, except that most of the ingredients are good for you!" Is this crunchy stuff oatmeal?" I asked.Aimee smiled. "Granola, actually," she answered. "The sprinkles on top are wheat germ and brown sugar."I remembered hippies extolling the virtues of wheat germ in my previous life, and wondered, by Aimee's such casual reference to the stuff, if wheat germ had. Right when I was about to run my hands through her hot-pink hair, she leapt away, returned to her bed, and from all fours, thrust her ass towards me. The shaven folds of her fairy cunt were already glistening from her own juices. The creamy hemispheres of her lush ass beckoned a hot-blooded, doggy-style, love-making. (If it could ever be called love) In the end, perhaps I am more of a rutting beast than I thought.Her cunt was surreal, that was the best way to describe the pleasure that seared.