Often in the mornings over breakfast Zee tells Tom her dreams. Some of them are quite strange, and Tom is never sure she isn’t making them up. In today’s dream, Zee is having her picture taken. “The photographer had me take off all my clothing and sit on the floor in front of an armchair,” she says. “It wasn’t any armchair I’d ever sat on. Or in. I never know whether you sit in a chair or on a chair. But I had to sit on the floor, so I guess it doesn’t matter. It was a beige chair. It looked pretty comfy. The photographer was not happy with my pose. ‘Adjust your ears,’ he said. I didn’t know how to do that. It was very frustrating. The photographer gave me a teddy bear. It was my teddy bear. My grandfather had given it to me when I was a small girl. Back then it was almost as big as I was. Not really, but it was a pretty big bear. His fur looked nice and soft but actually it was gruff. Is that the right word? Gruff or rough. I always wished it had softer hair. I mean fur. Do you wish my pussy hair were softer? Anyway, the photographer balanced the bear on my head. He said that would take care of any ear adjustment requirements. But I had to hold my head very still. I could feel the weight of the bear on my head. He was pressing me down. I managed to keep my chin up. But the bear got heavier and heavier. I think it was because of his cock. In real life my teddy bear didn’t have a cock, of course, but in the dream he did, and it kept getting bigger and bigger, heavier and heavier. It was pointing straight up. I’m not sure how I knew this, since the bear was on my head. You know how dreams are. If the bear’s erection had grown another inch he could have sucked his own cock. I wanted to suck the bear’s cock. I really wanted to.”

Zee takes a drink of her orange juice, a bite of her cereal. Another bite. Another sip.

Finally Tom asks if she sucked the bear’s cock.

“I would have, except I woke up,” Zee says. “I was disappointed. Do you think a bear’s cum tastes like sawdust?”

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to suck the bear’s cock,” Tom says. “If you like, you can suck my cock. I’m pretty sure my cum doesn’t taste like sawdust.”

“Have you ever sucked your own cock?” Zee asks.

“No.”

Zee smiles. “Okay,” she says. “I will do it for you.” She gets up from her chair and goes around the table, kneels before Tom, and eases his cock from his pajama bottoms.