Thinking it was odd that Charlene could be holding upmy legs and still pleasuring my asshole, I looked at mycrotch. The waves of dark brown hair that ...as bouncingaround was quite different from the dishwater blonde ofmy wife. A suspicion slowly grew that this was Johnbetween my legs. This wasn’t my first gay dream. I’ve had a few over theyears. Usually, I force myself awake, but once in awhile I’ll just roll with what develops. As if on cue,John rose, from between the legs and. NO!I almost shouted it in the church. I wouldn’t do this again. I’d kill myself first.And then what? Wake up to start the whole nightmare over again?Maybe ... just maybe ... this was an opportunity to do it right.All I needed to do was decide what would make it right.Fuck!I was a forty-two-year-old woman trapped in my seventeen-year-old body. My head knew all kinds of things jumbled together in a mad chaos of experience and inexperience. I’d spent twenty-five years saying, ‘If I had it to do. They won’t come into the children’s common area that connects to the share eating area unless there is a problem. Each kid gets a private room and bathroom. The doors lock, and if you want to have a sleepover with a girl or guy, you can, as long as it is consensual, and they aren’t more than two years difference in age. Any force, blackmailing, or other bullshit, and you are likely to find your ass kicked. So that you know, we will be keeping your DNA on file. No law enforcement will ever be. “Oh, I need to go. My daddy's waiting for me.” I fluttered my eyes as I gushed like a little girl. “He'll be so mad if I'm late. I can't help you. Sorry.”The cop with a mustache, his name tag reading Murphy, seized my right arm. “Don't resist, miss.”“What?” I gasped as he pressed me towards the wall. My pussy clenched around the vibrator. “What are you doing?”“Placing you under arrest for suspicion of shoplifting,” he said.“Shoplifting?” I gasped and feigned innocence. “I don't know what you're.