"What was your dream last night?"They exchanged one of their "looks" before Brenda turned back to me and took a deep breath. "We were in Willie's drea...," she began. "She was asleep, and she was dreaming; And we were IN her dream. It was a terrible! It was about... a tree."A tree? My mind immediately went to my own dream last night. This stuff couldn't be real. Things like this just didn't happen.And suddenly, thunder boomed loudly. We all turned toward the west, and I beheld one of the most. He laughed at my outrageousness, frank, open, and packing more punch than a $100 hooker, 'You're serious aren't you', he replied.I put the coke bottle down and stood up, and removed my uniform jacket, revealing a crisp white blouse underneath.I placed the jacket on the back of the chair and started to unbutton my blouse, each button opened to reveal, more pink flesh.He was staring, his mouth hung open, 'You're not wearing a brassiere', he commented as I reached down to my belly button, pulling. I couldn’t move though and in trying to, I stumbled and fell next to Kristen. Jeremy started yelling, “You took it all away from me! I could have had all the women!”I was just aware enough to know I was dreaming before I suddenly woke up, holding Kristen who was mumbling the words to her own nightmare. As my heart slowed back down and the fear sweat dried on my skin, one word stood out in the syllables she was uttering, “Master.” I held her a little bit tighter until she quieted down, but I. He licked and probed as best he could while avoiding her thrusting activity. From her familiar sounds, he knew she was close, so he forced his tongue as deep as he could get it.“That’s it!” she gasped, “I’m cumming!” He fought her contractions with his tongue, keeping his mouth against her back door until she rolled on her side and pushed him away.“I’ll see you at work tomorrow, George,” she said, dismissing him without moving from her contented position. “If you mention this to anyone, I’ll.