As they approached where the Heralds had settled in, Aran saw one sentry walking the perimeter, scanning the area, his red-lined yellow cloak thrown b...ck to keep his sword arm free. He would’ve had to look directly into the sun to see Aran and Smythe, and so his gaze passed over them.The Herald passed left to right, and Aran delivered hushed orders to Smythe. “Take him down, but don’t kill him.”“Aye,” Smythe whispered as he broke away and make a beeline for the sentry. The man never had time to. The third part of my dream involved how I would like other to respond to me, interact with me, and treat me. As a guy, they never think about it, it was be a good feminine trait? The way I interacted with people was as Belinda, a soft, feminine woman. I would like to provide feelings of support, comfort, and belonging. In one sequence I was looking at a young woman's fashion magazine. I would see the new fashions and imagine myself in the picture. Have you ever fantasized like that? Be. Right now."We were both on the couch, but we weren't touching. I was way to the left, and Patti was way to the right. There was room for a whole 'nother couple between us -- if they were feeling a little more friendly than we were."Patti."She had been crying -- a little -- but it looked as if she'd been crying for hours. She sniffed, twice, and then reached behind her for a Kleenex and blew her nose noisily."Patti!" Hmmmm?" What's going on?" I. I just... don't want to do anything else." That's. I had cum on my face and in my hair, but I wanted that. I felt like a slut, and hope I looked like one to him.My cunt throbbed, both from the fucking, and from a desire for more. I could feel cum – his and mine – drooling out of my cunt, and starting to run down my left leg.Finally, I stopped sucking on his now stiffening cock, and waited with it deep within my throat, head resting on his abdomen, hands as securely behind my back as if they were still locked together, this time by my desire to.