I remember at a get-together being invited to sit on the lap of a friend of my mothers, around a table, where everyone sat eating and drinking and bei...g boisterous. I was sitting with one leg either side of his, pulled up close and had his pubic hair on my bum and his penis lying lengthwise along my vagina. Looking down I could clearly see his enormous cock sticking out of my crotch and marveled at how nice it felt whenever I moved. Of course these feeling were awkenings and like anything good,. In most of my dreams you and Rachel were on your belly and I was fucking you from behind while Brad was fucking Rachel”. Again I said “please don’t ever tell Rachel that , I love her very much ,but I do like this and had always dreamed about some day this would happen”. I then laid still listening to Susie telling me how when she and Rachel were using things to get each other off she was on her belly thinking of me.Even though she wanted me badly hearing how Rachel would cry out my name,she. They appeared to be Hispanic, probably in their late thirties or early forties. What caught my eye were the woman's legs. She had slender ankles that tapered up to well-rounded calves. She wore high heels which accentuated her calf muscles. Her calves tapered in at the knee and above her knee, her thighs flared up to rather full hips. She was wearing a light-blue cotton skirt that stopped at mid-thigh, giving me ample leg flesh to ogle. I thought that I was being discrete but she looked at me. "I like your hair better this way, Marie, "He must mean without the hair gel," I thought, as he was mussing my hair, with his strong callused hands. I looked up into his self assured grey eyes realizing that he was about half a foot taller than me. "You are a beautiful woman, Marie, and no commoner to be mixing with those scurrilous knaves and low women. What happened there shall remain our secret, and stricken from the pages of your reign. But, I must know, my Queen, who are you?" He had me.