Through the fog and the mist of the dream, she came closer, her breasts full, her hands tracing the outlines of her body. Our mouths met in the mist, ...ongues exploring, softly, deeply, lips touching, bodies caressing. Two souls exploring, mingling, becoming one. Her hands caress as do mine, at once gentle and firm. Offering and taking, on a cloud of mist, we join together, coupling, fusing, entering. We dance as one. Our sleepy breathing increases. Chests heave softly in sleep, bodies move in. She was hot and tight as we began our rhythmic duet. I started slowly, but my thrusts became quicker and harder as we made love. We were totally engulfed in the other person's pleasure. After about ten minutes, we were both ready for the finish line. The room was spinning, Darla was screaming, and it felt like the top of my head was exploding. We were both at our sexual pinnacle. Simultaneously, we let out a yell as we climaxed. It felt great, and we collapsed in each other's arms. Darla had. So my wife goes upstairs to get ready for bed and I lock the house all up. I go upstairs and she is already in bed wearing a typical XXL t-shirt as a night shirt. Nothing is out of the ordinary, or so I think! Once I get into bed, we are just laying there watching a bit of the tube and she shuts the light out; that's when the fun started.Little did I know she had left her pantyhose on! She doesn't sleep in her pantyhose, so I knew I was going to be cumming very soon. Well she reaches her. Eventually after a few seconds i pushed to two straps together causing the clasp to become slack the bra to fall off. Reeling back to admire her tits, i saw in front of me the most beautiful pair of them i had ever seen. The ones in magazines or on the net weren't even in her league, they were small, firm hard with perfect form. Her two small nipples winked at me at the center of each breast. With no more encouragement that looking at me i bent down and slowly sucked at her breast, then moving.