I could smell her scent even in my dreams and it was so arousing . In the plane she had a nightmare but in my own understanding it was not just any nightmare , it was a traumatic memory . She was so afraid and that makes me more than ever want to protect her from harm .
I woke up and went to the bathroom , when I came back to the room my feet stumbled upon something warm . I turned on the lamp and realized it was Majesty , she was sleeping on the floor laying in a fetal position shaking like a leaf , my poor baby . She looked so fragile and innocent .
I drew the comforter from her body . She was wearing a very short pink nightdress that left nothing to imagination.
My d**k stirred , I carried her on my arms and laid her on
