the stuff of dreams Thanks to all of you who contribute "stuff". "sleep – to sleep , perchance to dream " Hamlet Of what then shall we dream? could it be dainty red bra slipping down, or nipple erect and pointing up, maybe full nakedness boldly thrusting at the sun Or perhaps the balance of sex and living or of smooth buttocks from behind showing that gap in the upper thighs and the glimmer of her moist folds snow angels through windows delight Bernie and I watch and warm Sinful Sunday always encourages and fuels rock hard penis dreams