Maybe she’s also my talisman. A dream talisman, now there’s a novel idea. In my dream I was standing over my father’s grave. It was a hot summe... evening. The sky was full of angry clouds that looked like huge patches of damp cotton. There was no sunshine peeking through the blanket of clouds. It was a dismal gray day. My father’s grave is in a small boneyard next to the Baptist church in Kent, Alabama. The graveyard itself is in a way synonymous for small town Alabama. It’s an unspectacular. Turning around, still locked together, not even able to stop thrusting, it felt so good, we saw a man, probably about 40 years old, standing there watching us. I fell down onto my hands and knees, and Aaron came with me, pulling me back against him, coming almost all the way out of me before slamming back in forcefully. I looked right into this man’s eyes as my brother fucked me, and it just made me even hotter. The man reached for his fly, unzipped his pants, and started jacking himself off,. I even stuck a soapy finger up my ass to be sure that no odors or chocolate chips would pop out if it got that far.I put on underwear and a nice pair of pants, a blue casual dress shirt, chose a pair of socks that matched my shoes and headed out the door. My phone GPS had the drive time pegged and I arrived with three minutes to spare. I knocked on the door. There was no way I was going to face the wrath of a woman who was honked at on her first date.When the door opened it was Dara. I did a. And I am sure you can see it.. or feel it..even smell it.. though I still have no idea what your facial expression is. You push me off your lap but hold onto one buttock with one hand, pushing my dress up and over my arse. When you pull me back on your lap I gasp, as I slide straight onto your now exposed and insanely thick cock. “Dance some more for me, samba girl..” you tell me with a hoarse voice and I grasp onto your neck again letting myself go entirely, grinding and squeezing my thighs.