“Mmmmm, very nice,” she smiled. “Just a couple more items.” She disappeared for a moment and returned, carrying a small tray. She took a sl...nder chain and wrapped it around Felicity’s waist, fastening the latch and letting it settle onto her soft flesh.The last item on her tray was a flower. Liv picked up the hibiscus blossom and arranged it in Felicity’s hair over her left ear.“Perfect,” declared Liv as she stepped back to admire her work again. She wrapped an arm around Felicity’s waist. Sometimes, when she was in an extra playful mood, she would tease the guys, acting like she was about to take off her top, then she would dump her feed for the night. When she would return she'd make up some excuse about her internet going out if anybody asked her about it. When asked to show to make up for it, she'd simply say she wasn't in the mood anymore. More often than not she was called a bitch for this, but I found it amusing and it endeared me to her all the more. A typical session. Was it one really long dream or was it broken up into many smaller dreams? She didn't exactly know, it seemed like it was one long seamless memory that had a beginning and an end, and no breaks in between. There were so many things she'd done in it, and what she'd done in her dream was eerily coming true in reality. Different, but essentially the same. What things in real life would continue to parallel her dreams she wondered? There were so many things she had to think about and whether not. I reached down and touched the front of the jodhpurs, and felt the soggy wetness. The damp patch covered the front of my crotch area and had soaked down the inside of my thighs and up to the waist of the jodhpurs. As I led Posy into her stall, I remember thinking how lucky it was that no one else was around the farm at that moment to see me looking like that – it would have been most embarrassing to have to explain myself. I tied up Posy in her stall and gave her a bucket of water. Then, I.