You know the fable about the pessimist and the half empty glass. Well ... to a pragmatist the problem is that the glass isn’t the right size. So, we...spend our life rightsizing things.For instance, I was an average guy. So I didn’t even think about playing basketball. And because I was a nerd I didn’t consider asking the Homecoming Queen to the senior prom. I just did the things that reality dictated. Mostly I was a face in the crowd. I had things I liked to do. And I did them when I could. But. This is for you my goddess---I am your son in this dream i am a short young man of only about four feet six inches tall,You being my mother on the other hand are a towering stacked wonder of nature standing a full eight feet tall your bust thrust out huge like two massive beach balls thrusting against any clothing you wear stretching your dress so tight they would swing & sway heavily as you walked ,i had yet to discover your secret between your legs ,and once i had discovered it then i knew. I undressed, and felt Ian at my back, saying that I need to relax, and took my eyeglasses of and put a blindfold in their place. It was relaxing.Felt their hands caressing me and moving me in the position they wanted to. They lifted my hands above my head and tied them there with leather cuffs.Heard Richard laugh, and then felt his hands starting to tie rope around my torso in an complex pattern. He was the one that enjoyed shibari most of all, liking the contrast between the colourof the ropes. He knew she wanted more, probably, and so did he but he never expected any of this that soon. She was more then thrilled as she felt his hand on hers. She sat there “opened” to him with both her robe and pajama top undone and didn’t know what to expect next. “Would you like something more?” he asked, quietly. She didn’t know how to answer and so without asking David turned and pushed back part of the robe off her shoulder. As he did, sensations never felt in her life exploded within her. He.