I lost count of how many times I re-experienced that kiss, but when Esme’s face morphed into my sister Lauren’s face, the dream took an unexpected... turn.The edges of my dream vision got darker the closer Lauren’s lip got to mine. I tried to urge my body to react, but I wasn’t in control. Lauren’s lips crept closer to mine. Her small hand was on the back of my head just as Esme’s had been. Her green eyes were just as captivating as Esme’s violet ones had been. What was it with women’s eyes. Laughing and teasing all the time.Barb and I got on the bed together again, as my son Scotty triedfor a few more squirts (Barb's son Phillip is shooting tape).Barb held my son's cock for him and put the head meat right on mytongue, just as he managed to pee a bit more into my mouth. Icould hear Phillips camcorder zoom in for a close-up.Scotty then positioned our faces just right and let loose with abig squirt, right into our smiling mouths."Give me a big pissy kiss you Mommy whore." Barb said. My heart pounds as she whispers in my ear and asks me to join her on stage. I hesitate but she assures me she will not hurt me, smiling playfully as she does so.Taking my hand, she leads me to the stage and asks me to lie on the floor. I can't believe my good fortune as she stands above me before kneeling down until she is almost sitting on my chest. With her mouth to my ear she asks me to retrieve her panties. She puts her finger inside her cunt and hooks out just enough of her briefs to allow. “All are from contemporary up and coming artist. That is by…”“Yes,” he broke me off, “I recognize the work, wonderful piece, it’s called…Murder & Mayhem. He is a fine creative artist, a twisted, angry soul…shows his torture in his work. This is from his period just after his release from prison. They accused him of raping one of his models. Can’t trust her type, gold diggers for sure. Of course, she’s the inspiration for the woman in this piece, had to see in the dismembered parts, though.” He.