I am wearing a short sky blue fitted dress and somehow which is never clear in the dream the dress is half off, my panties are on the floor, my bra is...pulled up AND there is a line of guys DRESSED JUST LIKE JONATHON waiting to fuck me! I have one guy in my mouth and am going to town on his cock, one guy banging my pussy, and a couple of more sucking my aching nipples. I am so wet. I look at the line that stretches across the room and know that I am going to let them all take me. I am going. Sorry, I didn't mean to sound surprised." It's OK. Can I get you a drink while you're waiting and I'll explain." Sure. Just a water please." She got me a glass of Evian and we sat in the kitchen. I really didn't understand what was going on with me. I had never felt anything for a woman in my life and yet twice in two days a female had taken my powers of speech away. I told myself to get a grip."Well, Lynda, Bernadette is indeed my daughter, her father was white though, and that's why she is.". I wondered if I would cum. I stood near the edge of the cliff and opened my top fully. I slipped it off, over my shoulders to remove my bra and then I put it back on. I slipped my bra into the small rucksack I was carrying. Then I opened my top a little further to let the cold air circulate around my breasts. My nipples twitched and grew. They touched my cotton top and brushed on the fabric which made my body and mind jump with excitation. I found myself biting my lower lip as I wondered. He leans in real close, when he is just an airs breath away from her lips he whispers, ‘Don’t be frighten, but I am going to kiss you. Something I have wanted to do for almost a year’ Tre feels a deep shudder go through her. Looking deep in his eyes, noticing the lust and the deep passion she has always felt was there between the two of them as they talked on the net and explored the possibilities of different ideas on sex and love and friendships, she swallows, and nods her head. He moves.