I knew how old she was from the research. Sandra was dressed very mod in a simple dress with a full skirt. We almost were twins, at least the way we w...re dressed. She and I sat in overstuffed chairs, and it all seemed very comfortable.After some minor chit-chat, she asked me to explain, in a simple sentence, what my problem is. I told her that my sleep was interrupted by sexual dreams about my sister's ex, father, and friends. She asked, "Are all your dreams sexual?"When I said yes, she wrote. The door pushed open under his fist so he walked into an empty back room and called out, "Mr. Clagett, anybody home?"The connecting door swung open and a small, round woman bustled in wiping her hands on her apron. "Lord, you scared me, Alex Beall" she said. "Didn't hear you ride in. Is it raining again?" Morning Mrs. Clagett," Beall said. "Yes'm, it's trying to." How about some tea. Water's hot." No, thank you, well, maybe a cup for the chill," Beall said as the woman was already pouring. Augustine, nestled in the city of Monaco is a suburb called Shadow Hill. Legend has it that the Spanish explorer Ponce de Leon himself passed through this place on his journey to find the infamous "Fountain of Youth". Supposedly Ponce de Leon stood in a clearing on the side of a hill next to a beautiful lake after watering his horses. That hill over looked an expansive forest. It was night during an almost full moon as a puffy cloud passed by bathing the hill and the lake in shadow. At that. He looked down at my body, and I knew his cock was as hard as it could get. The harder his cock was, the harder the sex was. So he began thrusting his cock in, and out of my pussy slowly, but of course he was prepping me for hardcore sex.“Oh yes, Matt, show me what you got,” I moaned.He reached forward, put his hands onto my bare boobs, and gave them another nice, and firm squeeze. My pussy was already soaked, but he was more than prepared to get it as wet as he could. He leaned down a little.