<div style="margin-left: 20px">​</div><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Is everything all right in there, Melanie?"</span><br/>
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There was a gentle knock on her bedroom door before her mother opened it and put her head around it. Her daughter she found was already sitting up on her bed looking so distraught. Her long butterscotch blonde hair was disheveled and hanging over her flushed face. Trickles of perspiration were seeping out of her brow. She was still panting a little, trying to catch her breath. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Yes, I be fine, Mummy. I just ........ I've just been ....... been dreaming."</span><br/>
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It was such a realistic dream too. A couple of times the 18 year old  suspected she had experienced some kind of a wet one, when the gusset of her panties had become damp. But nothing like the vivid imagery of having sex so passionately and wildly. She hadn't checked the crotch of her briefs but she could feel they must be sodden. Never before had <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F4a%2F2c%2F45%2F4a2c452ff3c51c1f7145f6cfe3d43fb2.jpg&amp;hash=abd4b87bf1a14d4888b8499b05aced31" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4a/2c/45/4a2c452ff3c51c1f7145f6cfe3d43fb2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Melanie Fisher </a>ever reached such heights of an orgasm that left her whole body literally shaking.<br/>
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What had she been crying out she wondered to have caused her mother to come and check on her? Had her moaning reached such fever-pitch or had she been actually yelling out. Melanie had felt so embarrassed when she had opened the door and look in her bedroom. Her daughter was unable to look up at her. in the eye but it was quite a relief that she hadn't come in to probe further. She would have had no idea what she could say to her. And she still had to endure what questions she would face during breakfast.<br/>
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Through the day the senior at High School could not get over her erotic dream . The passion and intensity of it all kept coming back on her mind.. She tried to get some respite in the evening when she set her mind to focus on trying to sell some more tickets for an amateur play she was performing in. All the aspiring actors and staff involved in the  production were set targets in their area with the proceeds of the sales going to a local charity.  Most in the immediate neighbourhood had been covered.<br/>
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In her street itself there was just one house yet to visit. It was a rather quaint cottage passed the park at top of the top of the hill. Melanie, who was wearing an Adidas top and a plain pair of blue shorts, had no real idea who lived there. Only some curious recluse who she had heard such a <b><b><b>mishmash of tales and gossip. As far as she knew, no one seemed to know his name. <b><b><b>The blonde student could only recall ever seeing him two or three times and always from a distance. Going up to his front door, she rang his bell.</b></b></b></b></b></b></b><br/><div style="margin-left: 20px">​</div>