I just wanna be naked!

Az and I are in the back of a car. We seem to be alone so we start fooling around a little. (I can't remember exactly what we were doing, but I remember feeling free enough to fully release every scream and moan!)

Suddenly, a head appears in the front passengers seat - it's Az's brother, J. At this point, I realize that we are in what seems to be a mini van - I thought it was a car? Az's brother M is in the middle seat. How could they have been in here the whole time?! I'm very embarrassed, significantly more-so when M appears (irl I don't like being too cuddly with Az in front of people, but especially around those I perceive as lonely and/or bitter).

I'm not sure where this scene ends and the other begins, but next thing I can recall: I am in the bathroom naked, but with the door open (I usually do this irl when I first get out of the shower to let some cool air in - though, I'll only crack it when people are home) I freely walk out of the bathroom, completely in the naked, to dry off and enjoy the air (I also do this every chance I get, but only when home alone). All of a sudden, I realize the room is full of people (I don't remember who)! Why Didn't I check, I always check!

I find myself in the bathroom again. Although, this time, my cousin is standing in front of the mirror. (I didn't notice this in the dream but I guess I couldn't see her face in it. I should have been able to, considering the angle) I know it's her ... I don't know what she's doing exactly, but it looks as though she's applying make-up. For some reason I don't really mind her being in here with me (typically, I'm uncomfortable sharing the bathroom). She doesn't seem to mind either, or even notice that I'm here. It's more that she doesn't notice, which is strange.

At some point she turns around, still not acknowledging my presence. She has a man's face! Well, it is still her face, but she's wearing no make-up, has a mustache and goatee and her hair is shorter. (I don't think that was the case when I viewed her from behind - I thought I saw long hair?)

We're not in that bathroom anymore or even in the same house for that matter - we seem to be in a room that resembles my memory of her mother's room. In this scene, I watch as she walks out the front door, still silent and serious. I think she's also wearing men's clothing?

Now I am in what seems to be a school/daycare of some sort. I have two little girls of the age of 5 or so under my supervision - I don't think I am their teacher or regular supervisor. I don't know why I'm doing this (I like kids, but I don't like to be in charge of them).

I can't get the little blond girl to listen to me - while the other girl is well-mannered, the blond keeps luring her to run off. I get the feeling that there is some sort of disaster going on outside, so I have to keep them in here.

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Since Az and I live with his family - and his very Christian mother who does not believe in 'premarital sex' - we seldom have any true privacy! When we are so lucky, I tend to be worried on some level we will be get caught or that I am being too loud ... so full release (emotional and physical) is rare.

I was telling Az a story about my cousin the other say - probably the reason for her appearance. The cross-dressing thing was likely inspired by a she-male photo I'd seen before bed!

Az's little nephew has been coming on Saturdays - he's around the age of 4, I think. I sometimes day dream about being good with kids, particularly him more recently. Little kids always tend to love me and I love the idea of connecting with them, but irl there is always anxiety attached.

what should I call this?

I'm in a room with a dark-skinned brunette girl (I think she is Indian) who is about my size. I'm excited because I think we're going to mess around, but I am too nervous to make any moves myself. I get the feeling she is going to take control.

She wants me to finger her (she doesn't communicate this in an obvious way, but somehow I just know - and it feels like she's guiding me forcefully, but only with her mind). I slip my finger inside of her, and her juices feel so hot that it almost burns. She is on fire! (I remember the hot feeling on my finger vividly) It's almost too hot (literally) for me too handle, but not quite.

She wants me to grope her. Again, it feels like she is forcing me, but physically and verbally, she is not. She must be controlling me with her mind?

I grab her breasts firmly, noting their size and shape; so perfectly round, and not quite a handful. At first, I wish there were more to grab, but then I realize her being smaller excites me.

Now she wants me to eat her out; she really wants it. I slip my tongue inside of her, and she feels even hotter. I can't get over how hot it feels on my tongue. How is this possible? It's almost hot enough to burn the tip, but not quite. I can handle it. I swirl my tongue inside of her hole. It's so wet! She squirts at random, with such force. I can feel it. I wonder how far it would shoot if my mouth weren't there to catch it? I can't take my tongue out though. Will she not let me?

I feel a 'squirming' sensation that for some reason gives me the impression that she is at her peak. I know she is going to squirt again, probably with even more force than before! I catch it with my mouth, tongue outside of her at this point. Now, I can taste it ...it has a different kind of taste than what I'm used to, though. Also a different texture; a bit thicker. I'm not sure that I like it, but I don't dislike it either. It's strong and kind of bitter. (this taste seemed so real!)

Now the Indian girl, my cousin Shayna, a random stranger (I think a man) and I are all in a bedroom that sort of resembles Bryn's room (a little girl I used to babysit irl). There is a bunk bed, and some of us are standing beside it; I think the Indian girl and I are sitting on the bottom bunk. There is a condom wrapper on the bed between us. (In the dream, I assumed that it was from when the Indian girl and I were messing around. Then, I realized that didn't make sense. Maybe it was from Shayna and the man with us?)

My uncle G appears in the door way. Immediately, he notices the condom wrapper (as if he has radar for that sort of thing) and points his judgmental finger toward it, angrily. I can't hear what he's saying, but I can tell he's spewing out religious superior crap. What an moron; why don't you go die already? He goes back into the hallway with my mom and his wife. I can't hear them, but I know they talking about how sinful we are. I roll my eyes.

Now, uncle G and aunt Em are on what I guess is their porch, rocking in their rocking chairs. It's a typical southern scene to me. I go up to them, standing next to the steps that lead up to the porch. Shanya and the Indian girl are behind me. The man may be standing back there too. I'm talking in my superior old man voice, spewing out some bible verses, mimicking him. I want a strong reaction from him. :) I get the feeling that everyone behind me is amused, but that this may be making Shanya a bit uncomfortable.

Strangely, uncle G is laughing with us. I expected he'd tell me that I'm going to hell or something? On the contrary, he seems to find this amusing; so unlike him. It's nice to see him laugh and not take himself so seriously, though. Could it be that he's mellowing out?

Now I am in what seems to be a college bathroom. There are shower stalls in front of me, and I think I had just gotten out of one. I need to pee, so I see there is a hole in the center of the floor. I think it's a drain, but without a cover. I squat down to pee in the hole.

I wait to hear my pee reach the bottom, but it takes a long time! I hope this is in fact a drain. I can hear a man's voice down there - oops! I hope I didn't pee on him. I think Allie (Az's dog) is trapped down there ... I can hear her barking. I get the feeling the man is helping her, so I am not worried.

I enter a bedroom that resembles my cousin Teena's old bedroom, only more spacious. I throw my towel off and sprawl out on the floor, completely naked. ahhhh -I could fall asleep like this!

Suddenly, the man from the hole walks in with Allie. At first, I am embarrassed, but then I am indifferent. Next thing I know, I am excited. I want him to look.

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