The images had come to fast and to clouded for her to completely unravel its meaning. The hot water had washed away the soiled feeling of the ...dream, turning her pale, freckled skin pink in the process. Despite the heat, a cold chill ran through her slender, athletic body as she thought of the dream's one clear message. An awesomely powerful and ancient being had stirred from it's home on a higher plane plane of existence. It was extremely dangerous and it was coming to play. . Pull, pinch, stretch…Manipulate your nipples. Tie your lover’s arms and legs spread eagle on the bed. Do what you want to do. Tell why you are emotionally attracted to your lover. Tell why you are physically attracted you to your lover. Use a candle in an unusual way. “Bottoms up” legs up in a bicycle position, pour water into her until full. Use your imagination to empty her. Feed your lover some part of your body. Make up a new card. Say why you like this game. Pound your lover on the back.. His hands reach lower, and she feels him running up and down her slit, helping her moisten even more.“Please Donald,” she mumbles. He knows she is at the point of wanting to feel him again up in her deeply.No other words are needed. Donald undoes himself and lowers his pants to his knees. Lifting Emma’s ass just enough, he rubs his cock up and down her slit to gel it. She continues to moan her desire for more, though the feel of his glans brushing her clit is so inviting.Donald plays her. This one was more concerned and had her go into the hospital for tests, tests which shattered her world and Adam's when they disclosed a brain tumor. It was inoperative. All she could do was live with a constant pain and a constant, haunting knowledge that the pain would go away soon, when she died. And then she did, and Adam was left with his grief, his memories, and a fourteen-year-old girl and eleven-year-old boy.Nights were the worst times, those nights when, only partially awake, he would.