She was wearing one of her long loose tees – a white one – and, hopefully, panties. Given the way these dreams were panning out, he wasn’t at al... sure about the panties.She didn’t go for her usual fresh fruit. “Dad, can I have some cream for breakfast?”Cream. Oh no, that got him thinking about the first dream. He was going to say ‘no’ but she moved first. She got down on her knees under the table and reached for his cock. What was it about his clothes in these dreams? They disappeared just. Senthil was something of a mystery. He had a distinctive appearance too; he was one of the few Indian (or was he Pakistani? Bangladeshi?) students in the school, and on top of that he was quite overweight. Kelly realized she’d never even seen an overweight brown-skinned Asian before, not even on TV. There were, of course plenty of overweight kids at her school, but she’d never paid them much attention.Like most guys, Senthil spent a lot of time glued to his phone, but he wasn’t swapping. "Beautiful sunset tonight," I said."It's breathtaking," she said. She turned and leaned against the railing as well.I wondered about her being down here alone, for she seemed to have tears in her eyes. I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her and stroke her hair. That part of me had been dead since Maya had died, so I was taken aback by the urgency that I felt now. She just smiled at me as though she could read my thoughts."Are you ok?" I asked her."I'll be fine," she said as she looked. As soon as I saw her waiting for me near the door in that dress my cock started dancing, she started to laugh seeing my position.Without wasting much time I just pulled her to my room and gave a kiss for 15 min then I heard the voice of my colleagues coming. So she told me to hide in store room opposite to my chamber and told not to come out till I call you. I was surprised by her behavior and no time to ask questions. So I followed her instructions. My colleagues came and asked her the reason.