She knew that what I dreamed resulted in my coming all over my shorts and the bed, so it wasn't any secret that the dream was about sex.She knew that what I dreamed resulted in my coming all over my shorts and the bed, so it wasn't any secret that the dream was about sex. If she really wanted to know, then I would go ahead and tell her. And not only tell her, but show her. Turned as we were on the blanket, we were now face to face. I looked right into her eyes when I said, "Well, in my dream we were right where we are now, on a blanket or a towel here at the creek. And naked just like we are now. In my dream, though, we were touching each other." I reached out and cupped one of her breasts in my hand, holding it in a gentle grasp, saying, "I had one hand right here." Reaching my other hand down, I put it between her legs, right on top of her pussy, saying, "And I had my other hand right here, rubbing and feeling." I moved my fingers inside the cleft my fingers had found, and stroked them up and down, gently and softly. Sue lifted one leg and bent it at the knee, giving my hand freedom to further explore the whole area between her thighs. "You said we were touching each other. |