Your sleep is disturbed.

Soft moans influence your dreams, you feel warmer, hard.

An feminine moan wakes you. Using your left arm to prop yourself up you check the other side of the room.

The old floor cabin sqeeks and strains, Brietta is sitting on her knees facing the fire, her beautifully formed breasts wiggle side to side when she shivers coming to rest further down the sides of her heavily lop-sided abdomen, her heavy babes size restricted and compressed on either side by her softly toned thighs.

Her messy dark hair hasn't dried fully and sticks to the damp skin of her neck in places, trails of water trickle down the accentuated arch of her back and down her left breast to drip off a hardening nipple repeating again down the bulge of her belly.

"Nu" she says quietly through rusty vocal chords. "Nu!" Her arms struggle free, the beginning of tears mixing with rain down her face as she leans forward rocking onto herself. Her breathing becoming ragged and shallow unable to give breath to her muddled words.