She feltherself getting a little horny as she imagined splaying him over his deskand yanking off his boxers and slowly sliding up a pair of pink panti...s ashe begged her not to. She breathed slightly heavily as she fantasisedabout sliding black stockings up legs that he would keep shaved for her,and tried to step out of her fantasy as he looked up at her quizzically."No, go on," she managed to say without coughing as her voice threatenedto squeak.He continued, and she imagined he was her. The flames, the fog, the scenery. Everything is a splash of deep crimson. It is terrifying to see. But one thing you remember for sure, it didn't feel like it. Instead of the dread and agony those dreams should've emitted, it felt... Calm. And inviting. In every dream. Despite the intensity of the atmosphere and the demonic figure standing amongst the flames, it doesn't feel the way it's supposed to be. You opened your eyes, telling the doctor what you saw, "Well... I can't make out the events. However, I know Barbara caught me staring at her several times and each time she just gave a cheeky smile. In fact, each time her smile got a little bigger and she also kept checking to be sure that John or Emma hadn’t seen us exchanging glances and smiles.During the afternoon, I’d had a few beers and the girls had a few wines. We all had shared a couple of joints and were feeling pretty mellow. I didn’t know John at all, and we didn’t speak much. We didn’t make much effort to get to know each. From one too many G&Ts and also from the familiar feeling of sex taking over me. I knew that if I played this right I was getting a lot of attention that evening and that just made me feel even more randier.I showered, pampered my self, gave my cunny a fresh shave and cream and then started to get ready.I had bought a nice black dress In the morning. Mini length but quite elegant, strapped and backless. I had also bought some new shoes. Black sling backs with 4 inch heels and also some nice.