" I felt myself blush hotly, with his words and I bit my lip hard, pinching my eyes closed, careful not to move so I looked as if I were sleeping to a...y other passengers. He kept thrusting his fingers wetly in and out of me, I started to feel myself contract around his fingers, I was aching to cum, but was afraid of being heard or even worse seen. He leaned his head against my chest and looked up at me, his fingers deep in my pussy, rocking up and back until i thought I was going to shatter. She stepped back and lifted up her skirt. Her pants were big and tight with a suspenders coming out from the banded legs holding up her nylon stockings. The flesh between her stockings and the leg of her pants was white and soft. Her legs were slightly apart and there was a beautifuj curvy bulge between her thighs...She came up close to me with her skirt pulled right up high, and sort of pushed herself at me .. 'You like that smell do you?' She said. 'Well here you are, here it is. You want to. At a rack of dresses my mystery lady stops, takes both my hands, holds them out and studies me from head to toe. Once again blood invades my cheeks and I self-consciously drop my head and drop my eyes to the floor. A gloved finger hooks beneath my chin and gently raises it until my eyes meet those dark almond pools. Seconds pass as we gaze unblinking into each other’s eyes. At thirty years of age I am not without sexual experience, indeed among my social group I am considered somewhat liberated. ? ?But you do have an orgasm in the dream?? ?Yes, every time.? ?You?re afraid that an aspect of your past will ruin your future.? The words seemed to echo inmy ears, hovering around my head.? Dr. Mintner went on, ?Do you---? ?I don?t want to talk aboutit anymore,? I told him.? ?I reallydon?t.? ?Why?? ?I don?t feel very goodright now.? ?You have a lot of fixations, the most paramount of which is fearof seeming weak to others.? You associatebeing upset with being weak.? It?s notthough.??He was.