They were all alone.Alan parked the car on one of the new streets facing west. The sun was just setting over the mountains.The sky was streaked with r...ds and yellows. The few clouds in the sky were brilliant.They sat in silence. Alan's hand was on her knee, Marissa's fingers wrapped around his.It was starting to cool off, but the temperature was still comfortable."Can I ask you something?" Alan said tentatively."Sure." Do you have any fantasies?"Marissa looked at him blankly for a second."You. “Oh, shit!” she bellowed.It filled her up in an instant with a wet, cushioned pressure, and as a reflex, she squeezed her asshole around it. It felt weird, but wonderful. It went all the way in, then half back out. Again and again. By the time the shock wore off she realized she was being fucked up the ass. By this guy’s big, fucking, magical tongue.She couldn’t believe the feeling. How erotic it was. How much it was arousing her, and what a turn-on it was that this man was doing it to her. His. I’m kind of watching whats happening between us in the third person. But I can feel the sensations of you touching me and kissing me. Which is exactly what you are doing to me in the dream. You have backed me up against the wall and started to kiss me. I can feel your lips on mine and my heart begins to race. Your hands are sliding up between my thighs. I can both see and feel your hand slide under my skirt and your fingertips trace over my black lace panties. Your lips have traveled down over. Her eyes were closed and she let out a soft, prolonged groan as the black guy´s tip pushed further and further inside her…Very soon, they were fucking wildly and I'm sure both completely forgot that I was there. In the race to climax, the boy was not far behind her. While Ana moaned loudly and her body bucked wildly, his low, soft grunts became more and more louder and his fierce expression told me that he was indeed, right at that moment, emptying himself into the pussy of my gentle wife…The.