She knew it, she knew herself well enough, had looked at herself in the mirror many times in the last few years, and had accepted what she saw there. ...t wasn’t a matter of liking or not liking herself, she just knew who she was and that she wasn’t going to change. But truth was, she was having a great time, good booze and hash and excellent pills, a beautiful night. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been at a bonfire, she and Christina never had one, even though they lived way out in. He helps her to her feet and kisses her passionately. I’m left on the floor sexually frustrated and humiliated.He kisses her neck as she undoes his trousers freeing his thick hard cock. He lifts her onto his hips. His cock slides right in as if it’s gone home. He lets out a loud moan as he groans her name. Holding there making sure I get a good look. My pussy dripping down my legs as I begin to cry. Encouraged by this he starts bouncing her up and dow on his cock. Hard and fast. Pounding her. "What do you mean it was real? It was a dream it couldn't be real." Yes and no. It was a dream, so from that stand point it wasn't real. But Jimmy was in it so that part was real." I don't understand." Jimmy really was there in your dream. Shannon, this is going to be hard to understand but the Jimmy in your dream was actually Jimmy." I don't get it." That's okay." I said. "Let's start further back. Shannon, I'm a sleepwalker. You know how Mom and Dad say they used to always find me in. Her small waist accented her beautiful, luscious ass. Right down to her toned calves, my mom is one hot babe. I've always been attracted to my mom. Which is why I always call her mommy, the nickname makes my thighs quiver with excitement. I fantasize of screaming and moaning, "Mommy!" Over and over as she brings me to orgasm after orgasm. I snap out of my daydreaming quickly. My mom has left my side to go grab the cake she made out of the oven. I slowly make my way up to my room, and quickly.