"Ohhhmm!" Sarah groaned, she felt Mikes hard cock pressing againest theinside of her leg.Mike kept licking on the nipple as it became hard from the to...uch of histongue.Sarah felt her sons hot breath againest her skin and watched as he keptteasing her nipple, her body shivered as a delightfully horny sensationswept through her and she threw her head back moaning."Mmmm." She gasped, she didn't try and fight her son off, her two previousencounters with him had made her incredibly horny and this. Gail was in the kitchen, washing dishes from the night before and preparing a breakfast of black coffee and orange juice. "Hey," he called, "we got a letter from your brother, Lee. He says he's coming out to visit us for awhile."There was the crash--an explosion--and tinkle of glass from the kitchen. Rod ran to see Gail staring at him with a white face, shattered glass at her feet."What happened?" Nothing. Slipped. My hands were soapy and it slipped. Let me see the letter." Look out, you're in. Everything up until now, although I've talked about it as if I experienced it firsthand, has been the dream-walk I've described. I talk about my past life the same way a human does, but all of us are only relating memories of events we believe we once experienced.A wise person once pointed out that if the entire universe were created only thirty seconds ago, and all of us wereput in place with created memories of everything before that moment, that we would never be able to tell if that were. After practice I asked the choir director who she was and he told me that she was married to one of the trumpet players. Oh well, I thought, while I didn't pursue her I did spend many practices just staring at her. Time went on, then I got really sick, I almost died and had to leave the choir for a year to have surgery and recover. When I finally made it back, the choir director had made some enemies in the church during this time and was on his way out. I was asked to temporarily be the choir.