‘This is a dream,’ he thought. Just another dream… Jeremy was sitting with his mother, drinking coffee, eating cinnamon rolls, and discussing th... newspaper. She was such a beautiful woman. Even in her sixties she still kept her hair long, braided in a single braid that fell toward the small of her back. Her back was strong, as were her heart and her mind. Jeremy loved his mother deeply. Perhaps too deeply for his own good, if his friends were to be believed. She was everything to him. He came. Now the tips of the swollen globes swung with every strained breath two inches above the sink’s ground.The hollow ripple of water on sheet metal told Jessica that the basin was being filled slowly.?She ducks my tits for more electro-torture!?The captive beauty almost cried with this thought.Hardly she felt the strange condensation on her pain-filled breast, and she needed some seconds to arrange her impressions:?Hot steam!? she realised just moments before the boiling surface touched the very. Atypical woman would notice imperfections and tiny details that a hornyman would miss. She tried extra hard for me, and I was mesmerized. Jillstayed quiet in the background allowing me to enjoy the moment.After it was over, I felt a bit over saturated with the female body. Iwoke up in a female body, showered in a female body, played with myboobs all day, watched Lesbian porn, and was now receiving a female lapdance. It was becoming too much. There was too much of a good thing, andI was. Get it together," she told herself, as she put her hand on the counter and took a breath. As she walked back into the living room, the lump in his crotch was a little bit bigger, and he noticed her looking. Smiling, he said, "Did you like what happened the other day?" She bit her lip and nodded. "Don't be ashamed. Its okay. Whenever you want it, just ask," he said, and went back to the t.v. She stood there for a second, tugging on her shirt. "Oh, what the hell, just do it," she told herself..