Normally I would have scolded him for his language, but since I happened to completely agree with him at that moment I figured I'd let it go. "Well, h... obviously didn't deserve you anyway," he added as I felt his hands run up and down my back like a parent would sooth a c***d. After a few minutes of silently enjoying being held for a change, I reluctantly broke our embrace and pushed myself away from my son's arms. The last thing I wanted was pity, so I smiled as strongly as I could and said,. "This was not what I wanted to see, yet as I watched, the images from mydream appeared superimposed over the images on the screen. The matchwas startling. Somehow, I had dreamed this event exactly as ithad occurred, and (I believed) simultaneously. Fascinated by thisdevelopment (and disgusted with myself for being fascinated) Icontinued to watch.*The dreams continued along those lines. We were dreaming of momentousevents, in history, at the present, and in the future - exactly as theyhappened.. “Owwww…” she said, getting her voice back. “John-…AH_OUCH!” as she got her ass slapped yet again. I wasn’t going easy, & her ass was a very bright pink now, and she moved her hand back to block me.“Actions have consequences, now move that damn hand woman,” I said sternly.Sniffling and with a tear-filled eye, she pulled it back, whimpering something about be sorry, but after the humiliation and the beatings over more than two decades, I wasn’t feeling particularly merciful….but I was feeling. I can't believe the hungry look he has on his face.Even as I watch him, Trish slides between my legs. She locks her hands behind her head as she leans over my crotch and takes a few deep breaths. Her breath on my pussy sends electricity up my spine. Just as I think I can't take much more, I feel her tongue dive into my love canal, frantically searching for cherries. One than another she scoops out and holds in her mouth. Only the rope keeps me from mashing her face into my cunt. Even before.