Her hand moved under my t-shirt and fondled my tits. pinching the hard nipples and her face seemed to regain some of it's lost color. I leaned over an... kissed her, our tongues dancing together joyfully. My fingers shimmered when I presented them to Lily, taking hold of my wrsit and held them just under her nose, inhaling deeply as if she were inhaling a fine wine. She put the fingers into her mouth and suckled on them until a tiny rivulet of saliva ran down my hand. It was dangerous to. Her parents had referred her to a psychiatrist who had taught her how to concentrate to keep the dreams at bay, the woman had encouraged Beverly to write up each dream after she had experienced it so that the doctor could help her make sense of the dreams. Beverly had long since given up on the psychiatrist and stopped seeing her, although her lessons in controlling the dreams had helped her lead a more normal life it was a lonely one. When she was sixteen she had a date with a boy, the date. With her her fingersonly, she raked through the loose tendrils, creating a soft wavy look atthe sides that was topped off by a pulled back, slightly puffy top as shesprayed his head.Inside her room they now walked, as she pulled him back and helped himinto a violet lacy panty and then slipped his arms inside a matching bra.Once she stuffed it, she held open a lavender and black plaid taperedblouse, buttoning it up in front and then from her bed she unbuttonedsome denim shorts as he stepped into. “Jacob, I’m twice your age.” Though she was obviously shocked, she didn’t seem especially disturbed, so he pressed on, encouraged by the throbbing between his legs. “So? That doesn’t mean you can’t be hot.” “What would your mother think if she heard you talking about me that way?” “Like you said, she’s not here. I’m not going to tell her. Are you?” “No.” After a brief paused, she added, “So, I’m hot, huh?” “Oh yeah.” To punctuate the point, he reached down and adjusted his erection. Sherry.