That night, I would dream about her again… laying her down on the bed and running my hands across her smooth.. Soft.. Silky skin.. Enough to make a woman feel butterflies on a frigid cold night.. She makes me feel some strange way.. The way she makes my heart ache.. This dream was somewhat different this time, though, running my hands across her skin.. And under that lacy coffee stained shirt.. I could hear her whispers through my dream dazed ears, though her whispers hurt my ears, I still couldn't help myself..
Slowly lifting her shirt to see that soft silky skin of a chest she has.. Not too big and not too small.. I would start to caress her body while I pressed my lips against hers those soft puffy lips… her chest felt amazing like two memory foam pillows that made me feel warm inside.. This dream would last what seemed like only thirty minutes.. It only stopped when I was so close to pulling down her panties and I woke up.. How shameful…
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