Sometimes my grannie told me about some “extra” activities involving guests like her, still attractive, busted and with a certain degree of cognit...ive impairment, her short-term memory actually wasn’t good but she often told me about sex with the doctor when she arrived, and with the cleaning staff after.I was excited but also embarassed, I spook about this situation at school, just to my closest friends. My friends Yuma and Nick asked me to come to the home the next time. Yuma was one year. ” She ran off inside.A moment later see called me from inside.“Hey! Come here!” I walked in following the voice. It was coming from the bathroom inside the master bedroom. To my surprise the door was open.I stood at the bedroom door. Her panty was lying near the bathroom.“Come here!”“Ok.” I walked to the door of the bathroom. She was sitting on the European closet which faced to another side of the bathroom. She was holding up her sari and I could see her bare thighs and ass. They seemed so. One night I had a dream and I was using the fork inmy left hand and knife in my right hand. The next day, try as I might, Ifound I was no longer coordinated cutting with my knife in my left hand.Somehow my dream had altered my muscle memory.Many years later I was struggling to decide who to ask to go with me tothe senior prom. I had several choices and was shot down in flames eachtime I asked a girl. Then one night I had a dream that I had asked adifferent girl to the prom. She wasn't someone I. You’re gasping after your orgasm, petting my now knotted hair gently in appreciation. “Good girl,” you coo and grab one of my favorite toys. You lube it generously and move around to the other side of the bed, crawling up behind me. You spread my thighs as far apart as the ropes will allow. Gently, you rub my puckered entrance with a lubed up finger. I cry out in surprise at the chill of the lube, despite knowing what you had intended to do, but soon I’m moaning and drooling as you continue to.