Without a word she laughed and pulled the blindfold backk over my eyes.Again I could hear her in the room rustling around with some more lingerie, my ...ind wondering what could possibly be the next surprise. After a few minutes she said so you like the little red outfit don’t ya, and once again I said oh yeah I sure do and I heard her laugh and say that’s good. I felt her begin to massage my body with a piece of lingerie that felt like lace she started around my face and kneck and then down to. Signe was always old-fashioned dressed. She always used old underwear, and sometimes she used an old girdle, mostly when she went to town. Beside the bed there was a table with chairs around in the bedroom. Her drink was on the table, it was still half full. The nightgown was slid far up and I could see her thick white thighs. We always had the same foreplay, teasing each other.Sit down, she said, and feel at home! You have been in here before, haven't you? I think I remember seeing you in this. I tried to ask him about what I had seen in the sweat lodge and found that I couldn’t say anything about it. Puzzled as he saw me apparently fumble for words, he asked, ‘What’s wrong?’ I replied, ‘I was going to ask about the things I saw in my dream, but somehow I can’t ask anything.’ ‘There’s something about spirit dreams. They are personal and can’t be shared. To each person they are described to, the images mean different things. Now, without telling me what was actually in the dream,. He whispers in my ear, asking me if I’d like another, and all I can say is ‘Yes, Please,’ and he starts his gentle, highly sensual movement, back and forth, into me. My nerve endings seem raw and even more sensitive and in seconds I am feeling the start of yet another orgasm, and he seems to sense it. His thrusts become longer, more forceful, more urgent, and again I feel his balls crushing against my buttocks as he goes in really deep. This time there is a change in him - this time I feel.