She lay completely naked beneath the top cover staring at me like I was a sirloin steak and she hadn’t eaten in a thousand years.I ran to the bed an... as I grabbed the blankets to yank them off the bed and take my mother, my alarm started to go off and I awoke enough to rip me from my mother’s luscious form and mostly into the real world. I had set the alarm to go off at ten thirty in the morning the morning after I got off the phone with my mother. My memory of the dream faded as I slapped the. Emma was wearing a short summer dress similar to mine and she sat to one side on the sofa. I saw Ian had plenty of film and told him I was ready. Ian snapped away as Emma told me what to do and what positions to take. After Ian had taken a few shots of me in my bikini I started to take it off. It fastens with strings and as I undid them my tits came slowly into view. I teased Ian by keeping my nipples hidden for what to him must have seemed like an age. When I pulled my hands away Ian started. I just lay in bed thinking about all that I had just dreamed. It had certainly been hot, but there were too many other conflicting emotions for me to care. It hadn’t been long since our faithful night where she had told me we ‘had to talk about it’. How many months had it been now? Two? Had I really already managed to survive that long? Yeah, about that. It hadn’t been long, but I couldn’t really take it, I needed an outlet. I had always felt adventurous in bed, but hadn’t really had much. ‘I was going to say I’m going to go back to my apartment to pick up some clothes and I could pick up something for dinner on the way back if you’re not doing anything…but if you have plans that’s OK.’ She turned back to me ‘I thought you meant you were going – I don’t have any plans for tonight, I was going to suggest a Chinese takeaway.’ I smiled, I think she saw relief on my face because she almost ran to me and I stood to hug her, she said ‘well, we got through that OK I think, do you want.