I wanted to ask her how she was able to bring us together in a dream like that. The question was just as important as the one I had about my ability t... charm women. They were like magical abilities and even that didn't truly satisfy my need to know.A part of the dream came back to me and though she seemed fine with the whole idea, I just had to know. "How were we able to meet in our dreams? Nadia had said it was my dream but you're implying that it was you who brought us together."Her eyes. ’ As she spoke she rooted around the box. ‘Aha!’ she cried, holding up a delicate gold filigree choker. She handed it to Miranda who wrapped it around my neck and fastened it. ‘Luv, it’s perfect on you!’ she whispered, giving my earlobe a little nibble. I blushed deeply and pulled away, embarrassed by my body’s reaction. It seemed quite natural to turn my head and kiss Miranda fully on the lips. Where I got that feeling I had no idea, but I liked it and that disturbed me. I pulled away slightly. Don't follow any pattern or I'll be able to anticipate it, which will spoil the fun." Are you ticklish?" he asked."A little, but that's all a part of what makes it feel so good."Greg lifted the feather, then experimentally ran it lightly over Allison's ribs. She gasped at the contact, her mouth opening into a wide grin."Perfect!" she exclaimed. "Just like that."With those words of encouragement, Greg continued. He touched the tip of the feather to her hip, with a similar reaction. There was. Oh that’s good dick, baby. And I had roamed my hands over as much of the little woman’s body I could reach, ass cheeks, thighs, hips, titties, loving the view, loving the feeling. I gave long strong strokes. Going in deep, at which point she would gasp, then I pulled out to the tip of my dick. Then back in—her pussy nice and tight, but slick and silky. Over and over and over. Just fucking the little thing, getting what I needed. Taking it and pussy pumping her, making those titties tumble about.