He was so much taller than me, I could feel his hard dick pressing against my belly button. He whispered 'should we go in the bathroom?' I was not abo...ut to fuck my dream man next to a toilet. I told him where we were was perfect. I showed him how to unlock the backdoor and slip outside if a customer came in.He laughed at me again. I giggled and said 'what?' He said 'I totally want to see you naked but we have to do this with our clothes mostly on.' I told him 'that totally sucks, doesn't it?'. I was itching to use Ginny's toy and I was tired of waiting for Tom to make a move.But that toy had been misappropriated - it was nowhere to be found!I looked in Ginny's room with no luck, so I tried Ray's room. I searched highand low, and I finally found it between his mattresses! I made a mental note to demand an explanation the next time I saw my son.I took it back to my own bed and began a long titillating session in which I self stimulated my breasts, vulva, and anus until I had a couple. I was startled by her reply. She wanted a tummy tuck and some liposuction. I assured her she was lovely just as she was, in fact I liked her extra meatiness. But she was adamant, she said it would make her feel better about herself. What could I say to that! Within a month it was all done. She had been looking into it and had all the costs and the ‘right’ doctor picked out to do it. The following year we were on holiday and having lots of fun. Beth was drawing lots of admiring glances,. I told him how my dreams had morphed into these terrible nightmares in which I seemed to be on the verge of dying at any minute. I described the recent nightmares in detail, and I explained how I could not tell when I was dreaming and when I was awake.That statement seemed to affect him deeply. “Sis, I am concerned. You know that I am a SciFi nut, and I have recently read a couple of stories in which the hero had your kind of problem of not knowing when he was awake and when he was dreaming. In.