His fly of trousers was open, he was staring at her naked body. Helen sat up, then she moved closer to the guy and took his penis in her mouth, she st...rted sucking it, stroking his groin with her hand. First the guy startled with surprise but then calmed down with pleasure. Then he sat down, Helen sat close and kept sucking his dick. Kevin woke up, seeing this, he came close to Helen and started fondling her ass. He enjoyed looking at Helen sucking the guy’s penis, he put his finger in her anus. Those images got me so excited. I asked her if she got wet. She denied it, but her face was telling a different story. That resulted in another night of hard, hard sex.Sadly, tomorow, she told me that she wants to change her masseus, since she doesnt feel comfortable around him, and asked me to do that for her, since her english is awfull. And so I did, but I keep on wondering, was there something more, than she told me? I am sure that she didnt fuck him, nor something similar, she is very. My dream, you see, was quite pleasant but the feelings it evoked were terrible.At the time, I worked as a nurse manager in an assisted living. While I never spent much time in my office, the dream began with a telephone call in the tiny, oddly shaped room that bore my name.I sat at my desk, which was really a recycled counter top in ghastly yellow, slogging though a stack of paperwork. Over the sounds coming from my radio I heard the telephone.I didn't know that my life was about to change and. The fit bowed out around the chest such that it did nothing to support or rein in her breasts (indeed, it barely even touched them, tantalizing all with half-glimpses) — that was the job of her plastic surgeon, after all, who’d taken her naturally magnificent breasts and turned them into perfect hemispherical gravity-defying works of art. They’d cost less than either one of her white-gold pink-diamond earrings, and not even half her ruby-studded necklace. All this was more or less normal as.