Was she sick? It was the last thing that he needed. He reached out to touch her, when she mumbled his name. He paused. What was she dreaming about? Da...e he touch her? He frowned. When he had touched his wife in the same situtation, he had been drawn into her dream. Yes, she was a healer but she wasn't a witch like Deanna had been. He should be safe.Reaching out he slowly brushed the side of her face. He inhaled sharply when he felt the tug of power on him before he was swept into the dream. “Stop fighting it,” he commanded low and calm. “If it feels good then let it feel good. You’re so cautious to keep your guards up that you find pleasure to be a threat.” His voice was like thick velvet in her ear that warmed and melted her into his massaging hands. At last, the corset was freed, her breasts exposed and nipples erect with pride. He didn’t touch them but she wished he would. Dane’s hands roamed the flat plains of her midriff and the curvaceous hips that could rival any. " I said and she looked at me and smiled.Martha drove us into town and we parked near the shops, Wendy seemed a bit low as we entered the first shop, which catered for young and trendy girls, I asked her what was wrong? "I've never chosen my own clothes before . . . I don't know what to do." She said her face going red with shame.I called over a sales assistant and told her that I wanted my daughter, Wendy beamed as I said that, to be dressed completely as a young girl should be. I then added,. She slid her tingling pussy down his chest and over his hips as she guided that big, beautiful dick inside her. She gasped. It was the first time she had ever had sex in front of a group of people. Her eyes roamed the room and made contact with the eyes of the stunned viewers, watching as she vigorously fucked her man. She commanded her boy toy to pull her hair harder, smack her ass harder, fuck her tender pussy harder and harder and harder. The sweet smell of sex attracted more and more.