It was about the best thing I could do to myself on such a night like this. Our bedroom door had been left slightly open by mistake. As I was enjoying...a session with my dick I thought I could hear moaning coming from the next room. The only other persons in the house was my wife and mother-in-law and she slept in the room next to ours so it could only have been her moaning. I was now wondering if she was having one of those erotic dreams or something in her sl**p. After hearing her moan for a. I leaned forward as she stepped forward. I kissed her sweet pussy just below her clit at the top of her lips. I started to reach around to grab her ass cheeks. “Ohh no, big boy, no hands, just the lips. And keep your hands off that nice cock, it’s mine.” She guided my mouth right back where it belonged. “She likes a French-kiss”. My tongue was instantly inside her – god was she wet – almost dripping. Then I felt the grip. Her pussy lips gently clamped on my tongue and she giggled. I could have. ”“You'll get it!” I moaned, rising and rising towards that moment. My shoulders rubbed into the bed. She rode me faster, her hands planting on my chest. Her fingernails scratched at me. Her green eyes had such a wicked gleam in them. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her snatch. Her pussy held me tight. My face scrunched up as her twat massaged me.She wiggled her hips and my orgasm swelled faster. That ache at the tip neared that explosive moment. I wanted to feel her cumming. I kneaded her tits. You hear a clatter and turn around to find yourself wandering the markets of Ressledon. It's a bustling city reminiscent of a Byzantine market place. You smile and push your way into the crowds eager to see what the vendors offer but find yourself swallowed up by the packed crowds. Before long you're smothered amidst the people and can barely peak above the crowds to spy a strange shimmering square outline... "A window? My window?" You think to yourselfYou take a deep breath and feel the crisp.