All language subtitles for sweet dreams_suzan_xxx

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Sweet dreams are the secret fire.

Whisper passion and desire. Touch

me deeper than the deepest sea.

Dr.

Henderson's office.

calling please Susan Mitchell oh one
moment yes

it's her again line one oh all right
I'll take it hello it

happened again last night four dreams
I'm so ashamed Susan

Susan as I've told you before what you
dreamed has nothing to

do with your real life attitude

I put this to you dreams dreams often
constitute a totally different meaning

from what they seem to imply well have
you ever dreamed of having sex with

men well no no but but you see I see him
about to have a breakdown because of my

guilt feelings that I don't know what to
do about it

Actually, my first dream was not with
the three girls.

First

dream

was wild and crazy.

There was a party being held in my
cousin's backyard.

these friends and neighbors were
watching a woman danced on a stage.

The dancer was creating an erotic
atmosphere that would have raised people

of their grave.

But that's another story.

Everyone else in the audience wore
strange masks, as if they were afraid to

reveal their identity, afraid to let
their sexuality come through.

Was I too afraid?

The dancer seemed to come on to me.

trying to draw me into a sexual rouse
that would normally disgust me.

I looked over the audience and saw my
brother Evan and his wife Perry glued to

the dancers' move.

Why was my brother there with his wife?

They were supposed to be very straight
and not into anything out of the norm.

But here, in my dream,

They were getting into it as much as the
others were.

I was very puzzled and getting very wet.

The dancer was really turning me on.

I wanted to join her, expose myself on
stage in front of all the people

watching.

I wanted to play with myself, put my
fingers up my pussy and show them how

of a woman I was.

I wanted to lick her tits and touch her
all over.

I wanted to play with myself real bad
but I was too hung up to do it.

My brother Evan and his wife watched
with great fascination.

I guess it was all right to let myself
go and get into it.

To my amazement, the dancer enticed my
brother Evan.

How could he do this with Terry only 20
feet from the stage?

Didn't she care?

Didn't she have any feelings?

Evan began to remove his clothes and
move with the dancer in her...

Erotic dance.

Terry.

Terry seemed to be actually enjoying
watching it.

If I were her, I would have walked out
or joined them.

My brother locked all his inhibitions as
well as his clothes.

He seemed to fit right in as if the
dance were rehearsed.

Their naked bodies were nice to look at.

Even though he was my brother, Evan had
a great body and a beautiful cop.

I never fantasized about my brother, but
I did watch him masturbate when we were

younger.

I liked watching him slowly stroke his
hard penis and then quickly come to a

climax and squirt high into the air.

The dancer's pussy was wet with
anticipation of Evan's cop.

It was looking better every minute.

I even imagined myself going down on him
and gobbling it up.

I wanted to lick and kiss and explore
every part of both their bodies.

I wanted my brother to come all over my
breasts and cover me.

I was getting so hot I didn't care if
anyone was observing me.

I couldn't hold myself any longer and
move towards the stage.

If my brother and sister -in -law were
truly understanding, it'd be all right.

I realized I could enjoy my brother even
with his wife watching.

She was getting off on his performance
anyway and was probably hot to finger

herself but too uptight to try.

When I looked out at the audience, and
to my surprise, saw myself looking at

a double. Did another me need to watch
the new me liberated to convince the

me, who was asleep?

Or maybe I was fantasizing I was on
stage.

I was exploring new bodies and feeling
and touching both sexes, and I was

perfectly comfortable.

But...

But would I wake up in a guilty sweat?

I knew I wouldn't.

I wanted to suck on Evan's large member
down to his balls.

The feeling had never come over me so
strong before.

Right there in front of all those people
and his wife.

I wanted to have him in my mouth more
than anything.

This reminded me of the time Evan and I
would play doctor.

After a complete checkup, we would lick
each other all over to make sure we

would clean.

When word of this got around the
neighborhood, all the kids on the block

checkups.

We were very healthy.

Evan's penis was a strong wreck.

One of the thickest I'd ever seen.

I never thought sucking on it could
be... So satisfying.

Why my double?

Why was I watching myself?

Did another me need to watch the new me
liberated?

This cock had a head on it like a
pleasure dome.

How many years had I wasted not aware of
my brother's equipment?

I knew he had a good stereo, but I never
got into his pants with my mouth.

The dancer must have known something I
didn't.

She was the one who pulled him on stage.

She must have erotic intuition because
her choice was right on the nuts.

Evan finally erupted, his cum flying
out, releasing him,

and his face showed heavenly orgasm.

I licked him clean, removing every drop
of that lovely white substance from his

large, pretty prick.

It tasted like nothing else, and I
wanted to go down on him again and

I didn't care about that. A thousand
people were watching. I loved every

The feel of his cock in my hand and
seeing his balls contract in preparation

his coming.

Just think, all those years and just a
wall away, living with our parents could

have been a lot of fun.

There I was, out in the audience,
watching myself again.

All of a sudden, I wanted myself.

The ultimate desire.

Making love to yourself.

Lick your own pussy, taste your own
juices, and have a double climax.

To my total disbelief, I got up and
walked out.

Now, Susan, you must stay calm.

The exposing of our bodies in public is
nothing more than the drawing of

our psyches back to the original
primitive urge.

As cavemen, we walked around in the
nude.

As babies, as babies, we were born nude.

Don't give me that shit.

You're lying to me. You're all lying to
me. No, we're not. I mean, I mean, I'm

not.

Now you must get control of yourself.

You must learn to trust me.

All right.

Yes, yes. Of course I trust you. If I
didn't trust you, why would I be

all this time listening to your
bullshit?

Susan, if I'm going to be able to help
you, you must give me your complete and

absolute trust.

All right. I'm sorry.

Oh, good. Then tell me about the second
dream.

That was the one with the three girls.
Oh, good.

What? I said, good, good, let's get on
with that one. Well,

I was standing here in my living room,
and I looked out by the pool, and I was

strangely fascinated by them.

The first woman I encountered looked
like my old school nurse, Janie.

She took care of me when I needed first
aid in junior high.

Guess who was next?

Terry, my sister -in -law, and my
mother's housekeeper, Nan.

How could my erotic imagination have
come up with this incredible

I felt a heat come on that could only be
cooled off in one way.

Men were all I'd ever had, even in my
previous dream.

Women were attracted to me, but I wasn't
to them.

One taste of pussy and I want more.

My sex life can double now.

No more of just old -fashioned men.

Only another woman knows another woman's
secrets.

I was getting very excited exploring her
forbidden regions.

It would be off limits.

No more.

This was total liberation.

I was in total enjoyment of this woman.
What a surprise, and she didn't join in

the first dream.

Maybe she was getting erotically
educated and experiencing my dreams.

Her curves and softness were enhanced by
a sexy bathing suit that didn't stay on

her body very long.

I used to wonder how people could be so
horny, so possessed by sex.

Yet here in my dream, I was supercharged
and enjoying my horniness to the max.

Strange how open Ann was in my dreams.

In real life, she was straight.

Oh, well, she had the finest behind I've
ever laid hands on.

Funny how my dream was guiding me to one
of the softest areas on the face, or I

should say the ass, of the earth.

She was never out anywhere socially.

And used to say you had to love yourself
before you could love anyone else She

had many vibrators

This

dream was giving me great insight into
people's erotic nature

It didn't matter if you were a man or a
woman, as long as you loved everyone

around you.

I don't know if I was more aroused
looking at my sister -in -law, my school

nurse, or Nan, the housekeeper.

Looking at their excited clips was
titillating.

I'd never engaged in an orgy, and one
with three ladies was beyond heaven.

I was hypnotized by the heavy smell of
sex.

I wanted to come and come again.

Oh.

I want more and more of these dreams.

Is this normal?

I think I'm too scared to do anything
else.

In my fantasy, I can explore a tasty
body, beautiful breasts and soft

pussies. Could I do this in real life?

Would I try to repeat this scenario in
the daylight?

I'm too scared to try it in real life.

It must be my unconscious mind telling
my conscious mind what to do.

I couldn't possibly ask Janie, my sister
-in -law, if she wanted to.

Maybe I could.

Why not? Asking won't hurt.

And I'm sure one of them, if not all of
them, would go for it.

Well, that doesn't sound so bad.

It obviously indicates a strong and
natural love.

Yes, it's my lunch hour.

Well, I'm glad to hear there's nothing
unnatural happening.

No, no, nothing unnatural, no.

Not at all. Look, Susan, tell me about
your third dream.

Why would another person out of my past
invade my dreams?

In real life, he never touched me.

He may have thought about it, but he
never tried.

Go ahead.

I would have loved to, but he was only
interested in making music.

I was in the middle of a lesson when a
Girl Scout arrived.

She was trying to sell her cookies.
Would you like to buy some?

Come right in, my dear.

But keep playing.

He didn't go for the cookies, but
straight for her sweets.

I kept practicing, but it was getting
hard to hit the right keys.

Relax now.

That's it.

Keep playing, Susan.

That was easy for him to say.

Slower, Susan. Slower.

There.

Keep playing.

The girl scap had the pleasure of being
eaten by my music teacher.

He seemed to be hitting the right notes.

I knew I wouldn't be able to tickle the
ivories much longer. I wanted both of

them at the same time.

Now that I had turned on to women I
couldn't get enough.

My own juices were flowing with open
desire.

after Susan.

Okay.

Keep playing. Keep playing.

When she began blowing him, I became so
wet that I dripped down my own leg.

Was that a vivid dream?

Watching the cookie pusher have her
first warm prick was thrilling.

Oh, I don't believe this.

He turned her over and planted his stake
in her from behind.

I enjoyed the view, but I knew I'd
rather be doing it.

I never thought a dream could be more
titillating than real life.

I wanted to dream all night, especially
when the Girl Scout and I began sucking

on him.

His penis was very erect and proud of
itself.

Its head mushroomed out and it tasted so
good.

I never blew anyone with someone else
present or helping.

Group head was something new for me and
I definitely enjoyed it.

Then I found out what a Girl Scout
tasted like.

You know how a Cub Scout becomes a Boy
Scout?

He eats a brownie.

He'd flipped his talented instrument and
it was warm and stiff and felt good.

I wanted to take music lessons for life
and learn how to play each instrument

like a master.

The teacher kept great rhythm, even
without a metronome.

It felt so good, I never wanted to wake
up.

Dreams are all I wanted to have.

I want to sleep forever and have any
fantasy come true.

Speaking of coming, the teacher was
getting close and spasms pulsed through

engorged head.

My pussy was keeping the beat and I
began to melt.

It crescendoed when he pulled himself
out and came all over.

The big warm drops planted themselves so
nice.

It felt terrific.

I wanted him to come on me for two hours
every Tuesday and Thursday.

Now, that didn't seem so bad.

After all, it was only a dream, a
fantasy.

Psychologically speaking, you have
absolutely nothing to worry about.

I'm glad to hear that. I was so worried,
so ashamed.

Beautiful, beautiful.

What? I said, I said, it's beautiful.

Sex is beautiful.

If it feels good, do it.

Do you mean...

Do what?

Hello? Hello, are you still there?

Yes, yes, what is it? I said, do you
mean that?

Do I mean what?

Do you mean, if it feels good, do it?

Absolutely do it.

It's nice to be back to reality.

It gives me a chance to breathe.

I'm not sure if these dreams will affect
me.

I love to dream about sex.

But would I want to do it in real life?

Could I explore my unknown in the
sunlight hours?

Can I be totally aware and make love to
both a man and a woman?

Well, other people do. I'm sure I could.

I wonder if he meant it when he said, do
it.

Well, maybe I'll get that chance.

Those are some pretty interesting guys
working over there.

Strong and tan.

With obliging tools, I bet.

I wonder what advice Dr. Henderson would
give in my situation.

What the hell with him?

I'm gonna have some fun with these
three.

I wonder if they could see my question.

Oh, I hope so.

It better be horny because I want all
three of them at the same time.

Oh, it's stuck on my clit. Oh!

Thank you.

Grrr!

Oh, I like that.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Thank you.

One,

two, three, four, five.

Enjoy your chocolate.

Oh, I just love being a psychiatrist.

People think I'm in it for the money,
but they don't know that I'm really in

for the sex of it.

Oh, I just love this job.

I'm so glad my mom used to send me to
medical school.

And I also get to help people.

Oh, I just love helping people like I
love helping my secretary.

Actually, actually, I want you to be a
missionary.

But, well, I got stuck in this for all
night.

I'm just doing the best I can for
humanity.

Honey, come on back in here.

We've got some more work to do.

Drowned away the burning cries.

Melting deep inside. Sweet dreams that I
can't hide.

Sweet dreams are the secret file.

Whisper.

Passion and desire touch me.

Deeper than the deepest.