My dream had replayed the last seven years, but in a disjointed fashion. The strongest memories had come first - seeing Birgit for the first time, mak...ing love to her, her death, seeing Karin for the first time, my night of passion with Karin, and Karin’s visit to Milford. Other memories followed, interspersed with visits to Birgit’s grave.I wasn’t sure what the meaning of those vivid dreams was. They did help me get my thoughts in order, so perhaps that was their purpose - akin to writing in my. ”“Somehow, I think it is more than that.”“I was taught how by a professional. I tell you what. Close your eyes and only concentrate on doing the basic step. I will lead you through a few moves. Then you can tell me I’m full of it. Just remember to keep your eyes closed.”She closes her eyes, and the song begins. As she does, I think of how much more of a woman she is than the girls I have been dating. I understand I don’t know anything about her, but she is gorgeous, and so far, she seems to be. He was not ready but after me pleasing him for some time he said its ok and again mouth fucked me and after ten to twelve minutes he released his cum in my mouth………………….. And this went on for weeks ……….. I was so addicted to his cum that i started eating the chapatti/roti with his roti as vegetable………. It was nearly one and a half month we were continuing this, but one sudden day he said he is feeling bored of mouth fucking me and he needs something more…………. I asked him what it was he needed. He moistened the tissue with polish remover and went about the task of removing the polish he had smeared across the top of my foot and toes. Then he carefully placed my foot into the bucket of warm water and rinsed the horrible smelling polish remover from them. As he was drying them I questioned his thoroughness, "Did you rinse all that icky acetone off? I hate the way that smells and don't want it drying my delicate skin". "Yes ma'am, I did." he wimpered in response. Ma'am. Unaware, he.