I’m a baby angel and wear it on my shirt. I start off with an all yellow outfit. My little cotton panties ride up my huge perky ass and my t-shirt clings to my body and my hard nipples press up against the fabric. I had on a jacket in the beginning but that was the first thing that came off. I love to play with my panties and tease you making you think those would soon come off. But the shirt was the first time to come off and it was not long till it was on the floor. I barely covered my milk cans with my hands but they were soon let free.
That night, Sean dreamt he was floating high above the apartment buildings across the street from his house. Dark storm clouds were gathering, and a thrashing wind tore at his clothes and whipped his hair painfully across his face. Sean watched as the dark clouds formed an angry mob around his house. Jockeying for position, the clouds, bumping and pushing, bristled with energy and began circling his home. Sean wrestled with the wild hair stinging his face; looking at his hand, blue arcs of electricity jumped from finger to finger. Things were getting bad in his neighborhood.
He watched as his house swelled, the clouds crowding closer, threatening to ignite in a flash of lightening, explode in thunder. As his house swelled and swelled, Sean clearly heard the groaning of tired wooden beams, the scraping of hard clay bricks against solid mortar, shingles fled his roof, took to the air. Trying to stand, the air under Sean refused to support him any longer; he dropped, falling, watching his house struggle to survive, remain intact. With a roll of thunder, every window in the house blew outward as Sean fell, arms and legs flinging wildly. TRACY! Lightening lit the World. Crack!
Sitting up in bed with a gasp, Sean struggled to control his fear. His quiet, dark room reassured him, there was no storm, his house was intact, safe. Taking a deep breath, Sean collected himself, and shook off his foolish dream. Climbing from bed, he slipped on his sweat pants, gazed at his clock. Three in the morning, and he needed a drink of water.
Slowly walking to his bathroom in the dark, Sean found his sink, turned on the cold water. Leaning over, he cupped his hand under the faucet, catching some water. Bending down, he drank, long swallows, calming his uneasy mind. Satiated, he turned off the water, wiped his hand on his sweats, and stepped back. His heel landed on something, under his weight he heard the shatter of glass.
No pain.
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