Follow the girl with big tits

Not seeing any reason not too, (It's only a dream right?) you follow the complete stranger along the hill, catching up to her and walking alongside her. For such a small stature, she's pretty fast, and you have to speedwalk to keep up.

"So," She asked, "What's your name?" Turning her head to look you up and down. You're wearing a simple white tee and red overshirt as well as a pair of slim jeans, which have a bit of dried dirt on them from falling down earlier.

"Me?" You ask, putting a hand on your chest. The girl giggled and punched your shoulder lightly, which is probably the most contact you've had with a woman in years. "Of course you silly!" She exclaimed, still giggling as if you had said the funniest thing in the world. "I'm, uh... John. John Doe." You said, reaching a hand out for a handshake. She looked down at it, before letting a soft smile out and taking it in her own, dainty and dirty hand, presumably from farming. "How gentlemanly," She cooed, "Well I'm Becky. I work aaaaat..." She said, as you arrived at the small farmhouse, with crop patches either side, "My humble lil' farm." She said proudly, walking ahead to open the gate, and you took the opportunity to look at her ass. Whilst the baggy overalls made it harder to make out then her big tits, you could still appreciate that she had it going on. Not a surprise really, considering how pervy your dreams usually were. There was a click, as the small metal gate swung open and she looked back at you smiling. "C'mon then." And with that, she walked up the path to the front door. It took your brain a moment to stop thinking about her body before your legs kicked in and you followed her up to the front door, which she had by this point unlocked and followed her inside. The house was small, homely to be sure, but small. Glancing about, there were three doors leading to separate rooms, and from where you were you could see the living area, dining table and kitchen, all relatively close to each other. There was a patchy old sofa, with a wooden frame and a long cushion, sort of like mattress, acting as the cushioned area. There was no TV in the living room, and actually, peering around you didn't see any tech at all. Hm. Odd

"Well," Becky chirped, "Here we are! My humble abode. You'll have to sleep on the sofa I'm afraid, I lost my pop up bed in a game a few weeks back against a hiker..." There it was again, a mention of games. Was this chick some kind of gambling addict? Was this dream about gambling? Oh god, were gacha games starting to infect your dreams? Out of fear for your own supposed addiction, you felt it necessary to ask: "Um, you keep mentioning games... Why?" Becky turned back to you, her head tilted as she looked at you quizzically. "What do you mean why?" She seemed to smile slightly as she moved her head back up, tossing her red lockes over her shoulder. "Because we use games to solve issues?" ...use games to solve issues? Eh? What the hell is up with this dream world. As if sensing your inner confusion, Becky's brow furrowed as she looked at you, leaning forward slightly. "Do you have amnesia? How many fingers am I holding up?" She asked, holding up four fingers while placing the other hand on her hip.

"Uh, four?" You responded, unsure as to what the appropriate response here was, but, having amnesia could be a convenient excuse to get an explanation, and get closer to this hot dream chick, even if it was only for tonight, sooooo... "...and I think I might have Amnesia. I don't remember... Anything? Games? Elkia? None of this makes sense..." You tried to look as confused as you could, and didn't think you'd put on a very convincing act, but the kind hearted farm girls face softened and she stepped closer. "Oh you poor thing..." She said, a hint of sadness on her falling face, "Here, lemme catch you up."