.. I..." as often in nightmares she struggled to speak. "In ... the..." She felt a hand on her shoulder, hearing Peter's voice praying quietly. Her vo...ce was freed. "In the Name of Jesus Christ ... Son of the Living God, go to the place appointed, I command you!"As she spoke the last words, she was aware of sitting up in bed, her arm extended, Peter still praying quietly, his hand on her shoulder."Thank you, darling," she said, turning to him."Dream? Nightmare?" He asked quietly."That would be. Although I had never had sex with her or seen her naked, I could tell that she has a lovely, shapely body. After chatting with her I discovered that she is bisexual and really only interested in meeting other woman or couples after enduring, what she calls, too much ‘vanilla sex’ with straight men. I also discovered that she has a fascination about transvestites and shemales but that is was something that she had never taken any further other than talking with people like me. Usually we meet in. I had wondered if Francine had deliberately left her bathroom door ajar, so I could see her, somehow.Her shadows were just as lovely as she was and my mind and heart were racing.I wasn't sure if Francine knew I was a lesbian.I often spoke of my girlfriends to her and their sexual mishaps with lovers, but she may not have picked up that I was a lesbian, as most girls often talked about their girlfriends and are not lesbians. It was almost sunset, as I could see the sun coming through the window. She agreed to it with a naughty smile.Having had group sex with them a couple of times, I told her that her dream will come true that night once they are home. We finished samosas, she went inside and brought some ice cream. I took my ice cream and put two spoons on her boobs and started licking and sucking her boobs and nipples. I went down and sucked her navel, while my hands squeezed her hips. She was getting horny.I made her lie on the couch and sucked her nipples for some more time. I.