" Oh," was her only response.I gave my goodbyes and more thanks to Mike and set off for the building the bus was in. It took less than five minutes to...get to the door. It was a poor building made of wood but had a high door suitable for holding the bus. The vehicle was stretched out full length. A wide area on both sides was now full of parts stripped from the vehicle. The aluminum skin had fresh paint marks that appeared to be made just before it was removed. I figured this was to for matching. Passionately kissing and licking over her breasts and nipples, he gently flicked his thumb over her clit, and she drew in her breath sharply and raised her hips to press her pussy against his touch, wanting him in her, then moaning softly as his fingers eased between her lips. His fingers massaging and stirring against the walls of her pussy, she squeezed around his fingers, coaxing his fingers deeper, her wetness flowing down her ass. Grinding her pussy against his hand, she moaned as the tip. She didn’t give a rat’s ass about any of that. She’d almost laughed to herself in the middle of her father’s hair-pulling. Aurora reminded herself of all of the things that had just seemed to pull her to him. It was why she was here in his bed right now. She already knew that Will would do anything for her, and the feeling was mutual. What they did – or didn’t do here tonight would tell her for certain, but for her part, she was pretty sure that his heart was all that she needed because that. The dream ended there and I felt very startled and disoriented for some time after awakening. What I believe happened was The Preacher was furious at finding The Pioneer in his Carriage House and something in the back of his mind had actually kept him from doing anything to the poor guy. What The Preacher saw was most probably discerned by him to be some huge unknown force that was protecting The Pioneer. What he would have probably thought, is that The Pioneer was in league with the Devil.