Of course I could, and we spent the next hour and a half or so in vivid, graphic communication during which she came several times. Needless to note,...I too came probably after about two of hers. When we talked fuck it wasn’t just fuck but scenes particularly appealing at the moment such as discovering observers, inviting someone in to watch, etc., or some pleasurable experience shared or otherwise. One of the things she especially liked to hear was of my seeping cock meticulously painting. I could feel her other hand move to open the buttons on her jeans into her what must have been now wet patch. I couldnt rsist any longer and moved my hand back to help remove her jeans . Karen took her hand from my cock when i began to help with the jeans and whipped them off imedediatly ,i had turned in the bed and watching her body moved my hand to rub along the inside of her thighs as she tried to wriggle out of her top and not make noise. asi moved in on her labia and clitoris shemoved. You are the queen of my wicked incest masturbation dreams! Now those dreams are going to come true!I put my hand under the covers and ever so slowly, I move it toward you. I pause when I get to your leg. Then I carefully place my fingers on your new silk panties that I bought for you. I dip my fingers slowly between your little girl thighs. I can just feel the slit of your pussy through the thin fabric. You remain asleep.I get naked, and slip quietly into bed with you. I carefully spoon up. I dressed in some casual clothes, and waited for my ‘guest’ to arrive. Almost on the dot of 7.30 the door bell rang. I approached the door hesitantly, my heart racing. As I opened it, I saw Bill. A broad smile on his face, and a large bouquet of flowers in his hand. “I bought these for the lady who I thought lives here,” he said, handing the flowers to me. I was overcome, not by the flowers, which were lovely, but by the gesture. “I’ll see that she gets them,” I offered. As he sat down, his.