He loved the thick, sweet taste of Cara’s cum. It was like ambrosia and he could never have enough. After a moment or two Cara came back to earth a...d looked lustily at her husband. “Your tongue may be magic but don’t think you’re getting off that easy I want your cock inside me!” With that Adam was pushed back onto the bed as Cara straddled him ready to mount his erect cock. Without hesitation she impaled herself on Adam’s cock causing simultaneous moans of pleasure from both of them. She. When I woke up I had a raging hard on, but that was not unusual.The lady of my dreams continued to visit me from time to time with no change in the dream. Then after several months I noticed the image was clearer and I could see she was modestly covering part of her nakedness with a blanket. It took several nights for me to realize it was my beach blanket. There was still no movement and she was still alone. I never failed to have an erection when I awoke from the dream.As time passed the image. Their juices were being saved up until every last man couldn't get it up one more time. Then she would be fed the cum they collected.That was just the warm up, though. Her show would get even nastier as the evening progressed.The gangbang went on and on until long past the time it got boring. I don't know how many of those men went back for seconds. It was more than four hours before everyone that wanted to had used one or more of Bev's orifices and then rushed over to jack off into the. I actually slept through most of Sunday. My sleep schedule was out of whack so I showered, played some video games until morning, and then went into work.The receptionist handed me a greeting card and pen as I came into the office.“With deepest sympathy for your loss ... who’s Dalton?” I asked her.“Carrie’s husband. She passed away a few days ago ... heart attack,” she replied sadly.I felt like the ground was suddenly whisked out from under my feet, like a magician’s tablecloth, except a really.