Remember the dreams where you become different people?"Recognition dawned in my eyes... I was remembering her."How about the one's where you become be...utiful women? I helped createthose for you. I know how much you love those dreams. You may rememberme as your best girlfriend from those dreams."I gasped: "You... yes!" My heart was now beating out of my chest. I tooka deep breath to calm myself."You are welcome."I finally managed to swallow. Next I worked on breathing."Well it looks as if you've. Kraven is making. Why don't you take a seat and I'll go see if he can break free."Peter took a seat on one of the chairs at the table and the young man got up and left the room.Mary Jane had her lips locked around Joe's fat, black cock and her head was rocking back and forth on it. Kraven had pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and he was ramming her pussy with deep hard strokes. She was on her third or fourth orgasm — they were coming so close it was hard to tell — when Kraven hissed, "Here. "I turned back, it was the older girl who had been pumping. Now I could see her better. She was wearing blue jean cutoffs that did a better job of covering her behind, but not by much. She had curvaceous thick thighs. A white crop shirt showed off a belly button ring but hid an apparently large set of boobs.She looked cautiously from side to side as if to make sure nobody was listening. Well, at least apparently she wasn't going to make a scene. "My sister said you were checking her out? . He turned loose of her hair long enough to grab her t-shirt and rip it off her. It caused her fabulous tits to swing and bounce, which excited her uncle even more. He then picked up Tara and threw her on the bed, causing her breasts to wobble even more. She tried to get off the other side of the bed, but her uncle grabbed her leg and dragged her back, as he said, “Don’t make me have to get rough with you.”The fifteen-year-old was now afraid her uncle might actually hurt her if she continued to.