Forty-minutes after take off, she began drifting into a dream about the curly headed Bajan man she had a pleasant affair with during her vacation in...Barbados. Her lover was gently massaging her inner thigh in the dream when she realized she was being groped. The hand belonged to a balding, pot-bellied man with a Jamaican lilt. He was cooing to her gently, ‘Baby, you so sweet. Me want to eat you like a peach. Mmmm, you so wet and delicious,’ he said as his hand rubbed the outline of her. My body began to adjust to the feeling of his cock stretching me open in places it wasn’t used to being distended. “Go slow. Please. Slow.”“Ok.” His voice was a whisper, and he pulled on my hips, giving himself some leverage.“Slow, slow, slow!” I felt him pressing deeper into me—the thin, tight band of flesh that had kept him at bay had now been pushed past, over the swell of him. He had a straight shot toward my center now.“Jack, ohhhh god, it’s so much!” I couldn’t believe how vast he felt in. " You're not just saying that?" Of course not, honey. You've been one of the cutest girls in class since you've been 13. Why would I lie?" Okay. I guess you wouldn't. Thanks. It's my turn to go help Mom set the table. I'll see you in school. Bye."As I was helping Mom, I asked her, "Mom, do you like Ken?" Sure honey, why not? He's a nice boy. You've known him since you were six. Your daddy likes him too. And we all KNOW how much YOU like him." Are you trying to embarrass me?" Yes, a little bit,. Honey, I only want you in my pussy… no one else!” I felt a mixture of happiness and disappointment. I was happy that she was loyal to me; but disappointed my fantasy of seeing Emi fuck another man would not come true.She tilted her head to the side and asked, “So, Mr. Wet Dream, how do you want to conduct this role play? Do I pretend you are Jack and talk dirty or do you want to tell me your fantasies; while we you pump my hot cunt?” I smiled, “Let’s pretend that I am Jack; but first let me get.