Surprisingly no one else in her family seemed to care, and as the dream progressed the pumpkin started talking toFatimawhen no one else was around.Did...she really want to go back into that dream? Fatimadecided no. Just before she woke, she had discovered that the pumpkin had been lying to her. So instead she lay there in the silent darkness and thought about her life. It was over four and a half years now. The family decision to flee had occurred during a hellishly hot summer in mid RamaDHann of. “Everything is set“! I said as I left the room making sure everything was as I found it. A half hour later I heard mom walk into the kitchen to bid me goodbye, (click, click, click). I was stunned in which the way mom was provocatively dressed! My eyes scanned her from head to toe. Her blond, bitchy, shoulder length hair which was usually styled with tormented volume was now cascading straight down to the middle of her back with platinum streaks running throughout. It was pulled back enough. Then u unbutton my shirt& help me out of itleaving me in just my cotton thong...i feel the mattress shiftas u get up off the bed2 walk around the room...it takes all of my restraint2 keep from peekingbut i convince myselfthat the wait will be worth it...in a few momentsi feel your hands rub my shoulders& i moan softlyas u slide your hands down my arms& pull them up over my head...nexti feel cold metal on my wrists& hear the hand-cuffs clickingas u bind my wrists2 the top of the head-board...now. Quickly I slipped my own dress off followed by my bra, taking her hand led her to her bed where we both laid down on top of the covers. I saw the happiness and love in her eyes, now I could cradle her in my arms as I petted her. French kissing her then moving round to nibble on her ear, moving down to kiss her neck and shoulder. It wasn’t hard to pop her tits out of her lacy bra so I could devote my time to them, caressing lightly with my fingertips, round each rock hard nipple yet not touching.