“I was raised by my mother, because my father decided he liked eighteen year old tramps more than us.” Her smile turned into a frown when she ment...oned her parents’ breakup.“I was five when he didn’t come home from work one day. My mother tried calling his cell phone but it was turned off. The next day she was served with divorce papers.“It wasn’t pretty,” she sighed, thinking about her parents and the divorce. I gave her time and waited patiently.“My father was – is – just a bit of mist, or a. Riding Hood spread her legs open to the Big Bad Wolf giving him all access to eat her young pussy. The wolf held her down and ran his tongue all over her pussy as she would start fucking his face, the wolf would shove his tongue deep in her hole as deep as he could.. Then Little Red Riding Hood wrapped her lags around the Big Bad Wolf’s head and flipped him back on the bed and took his cock deep in her throat. As the wolf tried to howl in pleasure she pushed her pussy over his mouth, telling. Then in a deja vu event, they both turned to look at me, Wendy smiling with her head in his chest, and danced slowly and silently in a clear signal for me to get in the car and drive to Murphy's.Miffed, I grabbed my coat and keys and proceeded to head out the door. I passed by the TV room and glanced over Wendy and Michael still dancing to the slow tune. Wendy had her left arm wrapped around Michael's waist, and her other hand was holding the back of his head with Michael's hair combed through. As she awoke, he also woke up.“Did you have the dream again? Are you ok?”“Yes, …and yes, I think. Someone is trying to comfort me, I think. Again, I heard her say, very calmingly, ‘This is something that just can't be understood.’ Although this time I could tell it was a woman in my dream.”The house watched over the couple as the went back to sleep, and it noticed the presence carefully watching them as well. It watched them the next morning as they packed a day pack after breakfast and headed.