A garden appears…our garden. One we’ve created in our minds, just for us. Yellow roses are everywhere. There is a pond, and the sound of trickling... water can be heard as a small stream of water constantly runs into the pond. This is our garden. Where we meet when we close our eyes. As we drift off to sleep, we are transported here. Sometimes in this dream, I can never make it to him. I walk and walk, but never get any closer to him. Other times I get close to him, but then his image fades away. It was one of those full length ones, not the clips you see on the porn sites. This one was a story about a massage parlor, and when the housewife went in and was surprised to get a woman to serve her. I wrapped my arms around you and cupped your breasts, hefting them and letting my fingers define your contours. Your breathing got slow as you watched the housewife slowly strip, and I lifted the front of your skirt to run my hand down and up your leg, ending at your panties which were already. . too many.” Josh decided that ‘too expensive’ wouldn’t go down well.That morning, Leanne had greeted the latest batch of new arrivals. “Okay girls. I’m Leanne, and I’m the Madame here. I have the biggest tits so I’m the boss. I know they’re the biggest because I don’t let anyone bigger than me come here.”That got the usual laugh from the bunch of new women.“First, how many of you have worked in the sex trade before?” Some hands went up. “I want you girls to help the others. We’re legal here,. So, she came with a nighty and she almost wet, and I could see all the nice things in her body. I saw her beauty’s . she just wear the petticoat and blouse than she covered with towel she didn’t put the all hooks in her blouse I saw the white flesh of her boob’s. and her buttocks were seen clearly as the full of wet in the hurry ness of bathing .i really felt like weight less in my body I want to fuck her there itself ,I was Afraid too. I was waiting behind the door like hungry tigermy god’ I.