Sandi Smith fell asleep much more easily than usual, perhaps because of the long walk she'd taken up in the open prairie beyond the subdivision of Lakeview Estates. In spite of her earnest resolves, she immediately fell into a dream in which she was tooling down the highway behind Verne on his powerful motorcycle, her long blonde curls whipped around her face by the wind and her arms clutching her husband's strong-muscled body. Gradually the lonely nineteen-year-old's firm-fleshed thighs drew closer together beneath the sheet, and within minutes her silken-skinned upper legs were rubbing sensually against each other in unconscious imitation of the vibrations of the bike motor thudding up through the leather seat into the sensitive flesh of her widespread buttocks and quivering vagina.
As her hair-fringed pussy lips, already swollen from the erotic dream, were stimulated by the rhythmic pressure of her taut-muscled thighs, the sleeping girl's breath quickened. A light coat of perspiration broke out on her flushed forehead, and her toes curled under as lewd little fingers of excitement traced a forbidden path from the base of her neck to the tips of her feet. In her dream, the bike was zooming over roller-coaster type hills at breakneck speed; and in her bed, the squirming blonde's naked thighs were pressing so tightly together that the tendons stood out on their ivory-white surface. Deep inside her titillated vagina drops of heated moisture were forming, and her clitoral bud jerked into a tautly throbbing little button of erotic sensation.