.....you're so beautiful!" I had forgotten about my friend but he hadn't forgotten us. He was a pretty nice gentle fellow and for the strangest reason...he was stroking her forehead and then running his hands through her long dark hair while my cock was pumping up and down like a well oiled piston in a river of pre-cum in the crack of my sister in law's ass! I saw Tony lean down and actually kiss her! She was really stoned by now and just let him touch her. Probably because Tony had a baby face. Something stiff was pushing its way inside him. He'd had this dream before, he recalled. Once or twice, at least. He was a woman in the dream, and he was being made love to. It always made him wake up when his dream-self was penetrated. The woman moaned very softly as the pressure in his sphincter increased. He was being stretched down there, but not unpleasantly so. His cock, he saw, was rock hard. The woman eased her hips back and pushed forward again. She must have applied lubricant, Patrick. Harold was instantly reminded of why Dean was so proud of his catch. Though slim, she filled her formfitting black dress in all the right places with a frontal V showing even more breasts than the assistant. The perky jubblies danced and threatened to slip out as she approached him, arms raised. It wasn’t easy for Harold to meet her eyes, horny as he was, but to stare would have been rude given the circumstances.“Vic, it’s been too long. How are you holding up?”She sighed, releasing her. What the hell is going on? Eyes narrowed, I took the stairs. After much struggle, I dug in my bag to realise I forgot my keys and my wife was probably asleep. Just my luck!After ringing the bell for about ten minutes, she opened the door with a messy head of hair and squinty eyes, sporting a grumpy look. Upon seeing the thunderous look on my face, she glowered. That definitely didn't improve my mood. I stepped into the house and dragged her to the kitchen. Someone has to show her how to have.