The next thing she knew she was on a dusty dirt road. Looking around she saw a woman in antebellum hoop skirts with miles and miles of fabric. She loo...ed down and saw she was wearing a bright emerald green antebellum dress. She looked across the street seeing the sign over the saloon that read Miss Tessie's Place.She smiled and headed to the saloon. She walked through the swinging saloon doors and looked around. The first person she spotted was a younger version of her grandma. She walked up to. I knew that I was still aroused that I could easily come even if I became embarrassed about him watching. I asked whether he wanted me to show him dressed or naked. He said he didn't mind. I often stroke my naked breasts and self examine them regularly but as I didn't need to this offered to take my dress off and sit there for him to watch. I excused myself went to the bathroom left my dress with my friend and sitting on a bath towel I lifted my slip to my waist and let my left leg rest on the. We just laughed and ordered another couple of beers , after another ten mins i walked off to the toilet and was gone at most maybe five mins , as i come back to our table i seen the same black seller that we had upset a little while ago.He left before i reached my wife , smiled and winked at me as he left the bar down the steps. I asked my wife what he wanted and she said if we still wanted some weed we should meet him by the sunbeds over the road on the beach.We finished our beers and walked. “Who’s there?” I demanded, pulling away to the other side of the bed, dragging the quilt with me. My heart was beating wildly, the rush of blood loud in my ears in the absence of all other sound. It was terrifying, this darkness. It penetrated, sinking in through my pores like a clinging dampness, a voracious chill that slowly devoured everything that it touched. “Father, you’re a good man.” A female voice, a female hand, resting on my arm. “What’s going on? Who are you?” I couldn’t find the.