The dream felt so good, the breath and wet tongue driving her towards a much needed climax. The usual feeling of tension she got right before her orga...m finally washed over her was there, building nicely.“Yes” it was almost like she said that for real, rather then in her dream, as the tongue that had been driving her wild with its methodical and slow flicks and caresses began to drive into her more forcefully. The tip getting deeply into her pussy and lapping at the offered wetness of her. I slipped my hand up to his face and placed a lone finger over his lower lip. I had my other hand on his cock, working it against my clit. He cracked a small smile, as I slipped his cock into my dripping wet pussy. I had to stand up briefly to insure the connection was made, and then I settled down on to my erection, our pelvis’ meeting each other for the very first time, his cock buried deep inside of me. I rocked back and forth rhythmically, my hands on his shoulders, staring intently into. Before we went to the Guru house, I took a bath and again rubbed the stuffs on my body. It was seven pm when we arrived at the Guru house. His house was rather quite with no visitors except the Guru and his two followers. As we entered the house, I told Guru that she is my wife. The Guru raised his right hand and signaled her to come to him. She looked straight at the Guru and walk to him. The Guru rested his right hand on my wife head and chattered his meditation. I was standing close and. "From what I have heard he is not engaged or married." Lady Leighton said. "So I will invite him for Saturday dinner. No harm in you running the rule over him darling."Lord Ainsley privately was disgusted at his daughter, much as he doted on her. She had not been bright enough to go to University, despite all the money he had spent on her at top private schools. He had tried to get her interested in helping on the estate farm, but all his efforts had come to nothing. She just hated getting.