This time it was not a dream.Megan had, indeed, dashed to her room, where she grabbed her hair brush - the one with the thick plastic handle that was ...mooth and about four inches long - and promptly jammed that handle into her pussy. This was not the first time she had done this, and her sigh of release would have been audible in Robby's room, except that he was in the process of getting his pipes cleaned and wasn't there to hear her.Her orgasm was nice and long, but the feel of that hard. Her mouth moved to my chin, then down to my breast but again all she did was softly kiss my nipple. All the while her fingernail made that light scratch across my flesh above my stocking tops and I could not hold back a gasp of pleasure. Interminably she stroked and kissed and I lay still, as still as I could. I even think, in recollection, that I held my breath but my memory is clouded with so many different sensations. Slowly she moved so that her arm left my neck and she lowered her head to. He eventually will rub your face in it. Trust me, this will happen!)Friday night came with drinks at our house, cheaper and more convenient than a hotel room. (Warning #3: Never let the black manknow where you live. First, he will show up unexpectedly to fuck your wife. Second, do you want him to fuck your lady in your bed? Trust me, you don't want either of these, but they will happen!) My wife seemed a little nervous, but calmed down as Bill took control of the conversation and led my wife to. I started fondling her boobs feeling the softness & pinching her boobs which were prisoned at base by tongs & nipples by clips. She was watching my actions intently through her half closed eyes collapsing with pleasure felt grunt at every point. After removing the tongs & clips, I applied ice cream all over & between her boobs with spoon. By this time the ice cube on the spoon inserted into her pussy was completely melt & so I removed it. I opened the honey bottle & kept nearby. I bent down.