I answered no and told her that she might be dreaming. I Fucked her again and again , every night until she became scared and talked to my aunt. "I th...nk someone is r****g me every night" my mom said. "why do you think so?". Im always having a weird dream of being ****d." a dream is nothing but a dream". "but I can taste cum every morning, can you sleep with us because I think my son sleeps too hard to hear my screams for help."maybe your just drinking something to make you dream of those. She smiled at him reassuringly and said very simply,“Fuck me again, please Paul.”He moved his hand to her breast, but she pushed it away.“Fuck me, Paul,” she said again.He put his hand on her thigh, and slowly slid it towards her panties.“No, Paul. No touching,” she said. “I’m already wet and ready for you. Just fuck me.”As he climbed on top of her, he noticed that he was wearing a pink nightie and matching panties. He made to take them off, and as he did so, she said,“No, Paul, leave them. ”“I assume it was a man.”“You never know.”“It was so clotted with people that the pisser probably couldn’t reach a bathroom, was stupid drunk, I’d guess.”“It was New Year’s Eve...”“I wonder how it went down. Did the guy whip it out and start shooting, like a deranged killer, wantonly spraying down everyone?”“And packed in like sardines, there’d be nowhere to escape. You’d have to simply stand there and take it.”“Nowhere to run. Some freak, unzips his fly, cock flailing in the night, pissing. She continued to hop up and down the flowerbed and finally finishing, stood and wiped the sweat from her eyes... God, she was beautiful! And what a fantastic body! Beautiful long, rainy day legs (the kind you would like to see clear up), a plump juicy fuckable ass, nice set of tits and and a pair of lips like a porno star! Oh it made my dick jump. I left to see my client but there was no doubt I would be back; she was definately my next target.A few days passed before I was able to scope out.