Remember when you tried with me and I stopped you?" Alan asked to which Truda was nodding. "It's a little like that the further back I go to that poin... the harder it is to see. The only time it is clear is in the dream state. I can't really explain that though." Alan replied. Truda was quiet a moment as she was in deep concentration. "Have you ever tried to induce that state on your own," she suddenly asked. Alan thought a moment then replied, "No, the thing is I don't even know how I do it.. ...As I lay there in my bed thinking about this girl, I close my eyes and try to imagine her being with me and only me. I soon fall asleep after thinking about the stuff I would do with her and what it must be like. My dream begins with me sitting on the couch watching some show about animals on the television. As I am sitting there, I hear a knock at my bedroom door and I wonder "who could it be?" As I stand up to walk over to the door I realize that I am not in my room but some room that I. In our private box, no one noticed you stroking my delicious hard-on through my slacks. Hopefully, they were equally oblivious that my encircling arm ends with my hand under your bodice, caressing your hard nipples. We enjoy the music, but we enjoy the rising anticipation and each other more!We must have broken several land speed records getting home! We didn't even make it into the bedroom! We are in the dining room when I finally figure out the single clasp of the jeweled collar and watch. "Let's see a little action, Clyde! Get that thing hard!"Blushing again, the youth's hand crawled down over his flat belly to cup his genitals, his fingers finally curling about the limp roll of his cock just as the music swelled from the record player."The object of your striptease, Aunt Joyce," Ted reminded the woman, is Clyde. Tease him, and get him really hot!"The music was a sensual rhythm, slow and accentuated by a throbbing bass that Joyce accompanied by a savage jerk of her lush hips,.