She couldn't tell what was real and what was her imagination. The entire scene looked like it could dissolve at any minute right before her eyes.

Perhaps she had never wakened from that dream of her and Lightning entering the curved archway of the house made of glass.

Pinching herself made no difference. She felt the pain but it still did not assure her that everything that was happening was real.

The image of Lightning's blood gorged, two-foot-long constrictor flashed in her head as clear as if she was remembering it from real life.

The black and red butterfly once again came into view. It seemed larger and bursting with color.

Either it was getting bigger or she was getting smaller. Her cunt kept burning and the crotch of her jeans was wet and showing through.

She very slowly unbuttoned the loose blouse that hung around her large, firm breasts and let the wind flap it open.

The cool breeze flew inside the folds and whisked her breasts bare of the light fabric that framed her cleavage.

Her breaths became definite pants expressing her obvious heat. She noticed that her hands were gripping the horn of the saddle.

Without even thinking to do it, she had been rubbing her hot cunt up and down the length of the saddle pumping her back and forth.

Her hands gripped the horn and her arms were held straight out to give her the needed leverage to perform the feat.

She removed her blouse and threw it on the ground. She smiled from the rush of pleasure the lewd act gave her.

She arched her back and took a deep breath, which made her aroused breasts thrust themselves out and harden the nipples from the feel of the caressing breeze.

She was proud of herself. She had satisfied a heretofore-unstated urge. She was riding topless atop her favorite stallion.