One time, I was visiting this old Scottish Castle on the the shores of an ancient loch. I awoke from a dream to see a mist undulating above me. It slowly took shape, like a picture coming into focus. When it was clear enough to see, I saw what appeared to be a young woman, in clothing that looked like it came from the Renaissance faire. She put her finger to her lips, as if to silence me before I said anything. Then, I felt the bed covers being pulled down, down, until I was laying there, completely uncovered. At that moment, she slowly removed her dress, revealing the firmest pair of tits I'd ever seen, in this world, or the next. Suddenly, she vanished, and I thought she was gone until I felt her soft lips embracing my now erect member...
The Rev