How good she felt against his hands, against his body, against his lips. He imagined them together, no longer in the library but in her room, his room... it was all a little hazy like fantasy’s were want to be. Dream Holly reached up under her pleated skirt, rolled down her tights and pants, handed them to him, gave him. He was suddenly naked, she nodded her head, giving him permission to put them on ... God he wanted Holly. He wanted to wear her underwear. It was all so fucked up. He leaned. " Honey, most young women have fantasies about their fathers at sometime in their lives. Yours are just more vivid than most because of what you saw. There is nothing wrong with you." But I should be having fantasies about Mike. I love him so much, why is my fantasy about my parents instead of him?'Sara considered her answer carefully. She wanted to make her point very clear, to make sure that Janet and Mike would have every chance to make their marriage work."Very often our fantasies are about. The head is bigger than most door knobs and a lot of women can't get it in their mouths. Linda reached into a bag and produced a long tube she described as a cock vaccum. She put a thick rubber band around the base of the tube and put an open end over my cock. The shaft filled the tube and the head was actually blocking the tube. Linda took it off and put thick gobs of KY jelly on me. The tube went back on. As Linda started pumping my cock visibly got bigger and bigger, the head swelling even. “Oh.”My right hand stroked up her blouse, cupping her small breast through it. I felt no bra. My thumb massaged her nipple. She gasped in delight, her eyes wild. I smiled at her as I held up the sleeping mask.“Put this on and pretend that I'm your mother,” I purred. “I just caught you sneaking in from your date, and I have to find out if you've been naughty.”“Oh, no,” she moaned, her voice full of wanton passion. Her body shuddered. “But I've been a bad girl with Seth, Mommy.”“Oh, no,” I.