He leads her to the bathroom and hold her hand as she climbs into the warm shower, he follows the warm water falling over her hair, cascading over her...body, his hands reach round her and he pull her tight against him, as they both step back under the water, she reaches for the shower gel, her hand fill with the gel and places her hands on his chest, his nipples firm, his body taught, she runs her fingers through his chest hair, then glides them down to his cock and balls, he smiles and turns. I rubbed my cheek against her inner thigh. Her skin was warm and smooth. From this closer viewpoint, I could see her sexy slit through the dark, dense pubes.My lips brushed through her hair. The musk of her was thick there. I tugged on her hair with my teeth. I pushed my face inwards and nestled against her crotch. I buried my nose in Anne's soft, fragrant flesh.My nose worked between her folds and I opened my mouth and gobbled her outer lips. With my tongue, I parted her. I tasted her. I. It seemed to make sense to try and figure out what the dreams were trying to tell me before carrying on, so I sat for a while replaying them over and over again in my head.Nothing made any sense. There didn't appear to be any connection between the three sequences and there wasn't enough detail to work out what any one of them was about.Having something to work on did have one benefit, though. Without fully realising it, my depression had begun to lift and my mind was in a much better state.It. She couldn't help but notice my eyes fasten on her chest -- the thin fabric of her swimsuit jutted outward in two sharp points, formed by nipples that had become rigid in the outside chill. The marijuana made Chelsea horny and as her sister was nowhere in sight, and she pulled the elastic front of her suit down far enough to expose both breasts, arching her chest outward to compensate for their small size.We had only a couple of minutes before Gwen came downstairs, but I used this time to daub.