That doesn’t seem unreasonable by today’s standards, but at the time it was almost unheard of. hardcore porn as he quietly and cautiously fucked me in my (presumed) sleep. But then my dream-self spoke.. He was propped up on one arm, with his free hand kneading my other tit. I bit my lip and clawed at the sheet as the feeling of my heart beating through the walls of vagina shook my insides. Fear of being on my own. “Shit!” I heard him mumble, I couldn’t help but laugh in my head. He’d have to go live with his dad, and honestly I wouldn’t blame him… but I needed him to stay with me, it sounds misguided and selfish but it was a means to an end and for now I’d have to keep this to myself and deal with it some other way.
