When I finished, my wife stared at me blankly, but with a hint of incredulity."You won't believe this," she started."Believe what?" My dream was almos... the same as yours. Almost. It's uncanny. But it finished up differently. Mine was, um, darker than yours – a lot more depressing. There's another thing I want to mention. That Latino couple in your dream? They were my parents, and the baby was me. I'm sure of that." I thought that might have been the case," I said in awe, "but I wasn't certain.. "Yes" Jamie replied. "Do you work on commission?" the sales girl nodded. "Well you are going to love us. And oh, Brenda here will be wearing some of the things out of the store if that's okay?" The girl assured us that it would be fine. Jamie had the sales girl guess my size and bring back several corsets, panties, bras and hosiery. Jamie rifled through the hosiery picking several shades of crotchless suspender style. Each leg tapered into a thin strap much like a garter belt. When Alex was finally undressed he threw himself onto the couch and hungrily pulled her naked body up tightly against him.Grinding the hot wetness of her dripping pussy against his groin, Adrian could feel his stiff hot cock trapped between their stomachs, burning into her soft belly."Shit, that's a hot prick," she giggled, rolling it between their bellies."Uuuuummmm," he groaned.His cock lurched.Adrian moaned."Ready?" he asked, looking into her excited eyes."You can bet your sweet ass I am,". And I wouldn't be afraid. Not so afraid of the dark, you know, and I could sleep pretty soundly after that, I mean after having an orgasm. 'Course I didn't know it was called an orgasm then." Dark and handsome, huh?" John asked sarcastically, gesturing to his dark hair and lean teenage body.Lying side by side, they kissed."Cunt. Your cunt," John said and laughed again.Thyme turned and faced away from him. He put his arms around her and together they spooned like Yoko Ono and John Lennon in that.