Greta scurried out of my bedchamber, the buxom maid’s large breasts bouncing in her thin nightgown, her blonde hair trailing behind her. I heard her...pad through my sitting room and open the doors to my chambers.“Your highness, your daughter awaits,” she said.“About time,” my father muttered.I took a deep breath, trembling. Why did he have to ever return from ... wherever he went? Anger and disgust swirled through me. I pushed them down. I couldn’t let myself show my contempt, my disgust, for my. I tried again but nothing came out, I just sat there naked on the floor with a bonner. She took my hand and led me away to the bed. “let the girls be out there, its not right to spy. It’s also not right to leave this un satisfied!” as she said that my shaft was now in her hand as she expertly starting to wank me up and down. I tried to speak but she used her other hand to cover my mouth so I knew not to try. I just lay there and closed my eyes. Her hands now moved off my cock as she took my. She was so wet that it was all sloppy and my fingers were struggling to separate her thick cunt lips. I was then in for a bigger shock when I realized that the couple were not in view and looked around. I realized a shadow behind my side and saw the man from the couple-pair leaning against the next car and directly looking at us. The lady was nowhere in view. I realized that from her position my wife also had noticed this. I was literally shaking but my horny slut of a wife said to me in a low. "Yes, I can see your dreams, but I prefer not to. Dreams are like hallucinations, they don't make much sense. I prefer just to gather the emotional content of the sleeping thoughts. Would you like me to wake you up if you start to have a nightmare?" I pondered the question a moment, and told her "No. I would rather my brain do what it wants. However frightening a nightmare is, it is always a relief to wake up- maybe that is their purpose, to make reality prefered over dreams." She tucked her.