Her eyes were hard.Waking from her slumber Michelle checked the time. Still early for the Boost but she would kill for a cup of tea. She winced as she...moved. Her bum was sore. She felt herself carefully and then used some hand cream on her hole.Stepping out of her wet jeans she bundled them in with the other soiled clothes. The pungent aroma hit her when she opened the bag. Michelle buried her face in them and inhaled deeply. It would be a shame to bin them. Perhaps vacuum seal and label them?. ..”Nancy stammered for a moment, then seemed to realize she was standing half naked and dripping in the middle of the kitchen, even if it was actually her husband staring at her agape. With a small squawk she bent over to pull up her jeans ... and then pulled up again with a soft grunt and a visible shudder. A small sob finally escaped her.“And my nipples! Oh god ... something is ... they’re so...”Eric, transfixed, finally managed to drag his eyes down to the image on his screen of his wife’s. She had a sexy butt, no doubt about that, and a tight one, but my daughter was tugging at her flesh with both hands, exposing her asshole almost deliberately, I thought. It reminded me of a pink rose, a small bud not quite ready to bloom, with the petals turned inward. She'd always been a very clean girl and even after three hours of ballet, Jenny smelled like soap and shampoo, and the bubblegum body spray she liked to wear."I, uh ... Don't see any splinter," I'd told her, and Jenny. I am not like you. I cannot control the course of my dreams. While I do understand that the actions I partook in my sleep were inappropriate, is it better to release my desire for Christine in my dreams or keep them bottled deep inside me. Madame, it was only a dream. What upsets you about this? And, should I not feel outraged that you violated the sanctity of my mind? You actually entered my dream, unlike Christine. The young woman sitting beside you now was not the being you witnessed in my.