Some people think that dreams are suppressed wishes of the mind or a bridge to our emotions. The only thing I know is that this dreams destroyed my li...fe. This dream is between me and my wife’s ‘play s****r’ (Wendy). My wife name is Vanessa. We have been married for awhile but Wendy is a single Mom. Her k**s are grown and on their own. Vanessa and Wendy had been best friends for many years but their was a heated race for a man when they were both single. Now that Vanessa has been married to me. Either Hunter was going astray or the circumstances were more volatile than expected. For this reason alone, he was still practicing his movements in the early morning on the back patio and searching databases and news sites daily.Hunter took his niece and nephew to the movies for the latest summer kiddy flick. He was as amused by it as his charges. Then he took them through the fast food drive thru just because it made them happy.ESPN was boring. The kids were tucked in bed, asleep. Burt was. My head was spinning. What was I doing? I had just been busted by my little sister staring at her crotch. I tried to scold myself for what I had done, but the thought of the smile she had given me kept creeping back in my head. It was so innocent, yet so knowing. What did it mean? Why was I even trying to figure it out? Once I had calmed down, I went back into the house. Janie was nowhere to be seen. I went directly to my room and decided I needed a shower, probably a cold one. As I think back. "Holly looked at us as if for confirmation. No one said a word. Rita simply stood there. To me, it had become surreal, though somehow we'd slipped into this business so easily. "OK Rita, my sweeting, it's time to take your dress off."My breath caught. I said nothing, then felt I should have said something right away but everyone was quiet. It occurred to me that probably all of us were ready to stop it but no one wanted to be the one. Rita looked frightened out of her wits. "It's just us girls.