Then she changed the topic and said, "Okay, it's time you tell me about the dream you had last night that particularly disturbed you. How did it start..."Susan sighed. Thinking about the dream as a whole made her anxious, but she could describe the start easily enough. "Things started relatively normally. I was at home, cleaning. That's normal, right? The only unusual thing was that I was dressed like a French maid. Suzanne, ever since you made me wear one of those outfits, they've been haunting. Six months ago I had arranged mother's surprise birthday party with Virginia. She was wonderful to work with and we became friends also. She was a very sexy woman who seemed not to notice. Her sexiness was a natural product of her mid-west farm upbringing. She teased me a lot while we planned the party together, but I didn't try anything with her. I think I was still too in awe of her. I had grown up significantly in the last few months and tonight I was going to try my utmost to get my cock in. That night Laurie didn’t even put on her nightgown. She lay in bed, waiting, as her uncle puttered around in the workshop. Then he saw her, lying there naked, looking at him.“Where is that worthless boy?” he growled.“I imagine he’s in the loft in the barn,” she said. “That’s where he usually goes after supper.”“And why aren’t you in the loft in the barn?” he said.“Because you are here. There is not much time before you must go up there.” She pointed. “And I am very tense.”He came over, picked. He knew only that he had to get away from the influence of Roger's voice. On he ran through the mean streets of the dingy neighborhood until he tripped and fell in a heap outside a darkened doorway. Ken crawled into the doorway and curled into a fetal ball.Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that.