Once at home he tossed his suitcases and scuba gear in the trunk and then went inside to make himself some dinner and keep an eye on the clock.It was ...round seven that he decided the time was right to depart and began double checking that everything that needed to be off was off. He had just donned his windbreaker when there came a knock at the door of his mobile home. He was able to peek through the blinds and curtains without being detected and that's when he saw Sherri McCain standing. I got into a really good rhythm and I was fucking pounding her, slamming my body into her fat little ass and ramming that cock deep inside her. Her squealing grew softer and was slowly replaced by a repetitive moaning as I hammered her cunt. She put her arms on the floor and rested her head on them which raised her ass slightly and inspired me to fuck her even harder.I let go of her hips and reached under her to grab her tits and I was amazed at how heavy and how big they felt hanging under her. He had heard people say that no one ever consciously knew when they were dreaming and that they never saw colors in their dreams. But, in nearly all of his dreams, he knew that he was dreaming. As for the colors, he had seen colors in his dreams for as far back as he could remember.“Perhaps it has something to do with a person’s imagination,” he thought to himself. “It might be that only the people with highly developed imaginations are able to see colors in their dreams. And, maybe, it’s only. His real focus is fucking me while I talk dirty to him, licking and sucking my tits, and having me suck his cock and eat his cum. He really likes it when I talk dirty to him and tell him how much I love the taste of his cum and beg him to fill my mouth with his cock sauce so I can roll it around on my tongue and feel it slide down my throat. That is guaranteed to make him empty his balls with many multiple shots of cum when he blows his wad. But he's also got really outstanding staying and.