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I went to my friends Krystals House.

I went to my friends Krystals House. It was after color guard practice and I was sweaty . We went over there to go get my money that she owed and promised. He parents weren't hone either, just her brother, James. I am already assured James has a crush on me and I act all innocent and fake it like were only friends . I went straight for the chair in living room and sat . I asked James where was the bathroom and he said let me show you. He walked me to bathroom. Then when I got finished I was curious to see his room thus asking the question. He showed me. I went straight for the bed, I was exhausted . He said what's wrong, I can make you feel better. He started rubbing my thighs and kissing my neck. I hesitated a moment and before I knew it he was licking and eating my vagina. I was trying not to make a lot of noise and I'm still a virgin. Every time I told him to stop he kept licking better and better. He didnt stop until Krystal came back in the house, she was outside waiting for her mom. I put my shorts back on and just stared at him while still sitting on the bed. He whispers in my ear that I tasted great he licked my ear.

I was sleeping in my bed when

I was sleeping in my bed when my physical therapist and my mom came into my room and woke me up. They had a conversation and every time i tried to talk to them they would shush me. Then there was a bug on my finger so i flicked it towards my window. There was another and they flew into my ear.

In my dream I was with this

In my dream I was with this guy I like and he licked my face then we were watching tv and he was half naked and I was playing with the strings of his blanket

Tried to jump over a spider web,

Tried to jump over a spider web, but my foot kept getting stuck. I tried three or four times, then I saw that there were dead lizards all around the web. A spider got on my ankle but I flicked it off.

I was in an abandoned building with

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

A cowboy ghost with a shot gun

A cowboy ghost with a shot gun held my seven year old son captive, whilst we were licked in the next store, i continued to call for the security guard who never came u til the last moment when he saved my son from the muderous ghost and we escaped