I loved it too, but then I like how dresses feel when they slide over my body when I pull them on and even more when my man teases them off of me."You...re too damn picky girl," she said, "You just need to get over that and find someone."I sighed as I went to search for another dress. Damn it wasn't like that at all. I just couldn't tell her the truth about him. If I did, she'd disown me for sure after calling me every name in the book.Slut, tramp, harlot, bitch, skank and home wrecker just for. The hell was happening? I looked at our the blurry figure of what I had to assume was my mother. She was almost every milf stereotype going. She had that slim thicc body, huge tits, a fat arse and face that screamed bimbo whore. The blonde bombshell was the perfect image of a milf. The only difference was that she was as innocent as they came, prim and proper without fault. It was as I stared at this goddess of a woman that I failed to notice the frumpy blue blur plunge, what I can only assume. ”“I never said that. I said you’ve never dreamed this deeply before.”“So this is a hallucination?”“You figure it out.”“Well of all the things that I’ve encountered in this dream of mine, you're the only one that I’m actually able to interact with. Everything else disappears because it is unimportant or could break the dream, meaning that my subconscious wants me to stay here, at least until I accomplish something. Plus, isn't it strange that in the most vivid dream I’ve ever experienced, my. Manai bola mai help kru kuch to wo boli kya help kroge tum manai bola mai usko maa bna daita hu wo boli sach mai manai bola ha jaan bt wo manai gi iskai liya…Wo boli mai mana lugi wo meri best friend hai mai usko dhukhi nh dekha skti hu thanx apne uski help ki sochi manai bola bs thanx phir hum smooch krne lge phir wo mera land pakd kar room mai lai gyi…yai bolti hui chal mai daitu h tujhe thanx…room mai jatai he mujh pkad kar kiss krne lgi kiss krte krte mera kpdai nikal diya niche baith kr.