I love being on the phone with you while we masturbate. Do you know what I would give to make it reality? I dream about your touch, your taste. God y...s, I fantasize about your kiss, what your tongue feels like, what it tastes like. I dream of kissing you for hours upon end. My sense is that I would be just as satisfied kissing you, making out, as I would if we were to make love. Oh, and to make love…the simple thought of it makes me weak in the knees, my heart pounds, and my eyes close as my. " I said as I pulled the dildo out of her slicked up cunt. She didn't need any prompting, she grabbed the fake cock from me and proceeded to fuck herself silly while Tom and I sat back and watched. She was absolutely amazing! She didn't let up until she had fucked herself to two hard orgasms, and then just collapsed with the cock still in her pussy. To say that Tom was amazed would be an understatement, hell, I was amazed, and she's my wife! I pulled the dildo out of her pussy and proceeded to. She made a little shooing motion with one hand.I went out into the hall and closed the door. I was tempted to turn back and make sure she was really there, and not just a product of my fevered imagination, but I didn't. Willing my half-hard cock to deflate, I started down the stairs to the kitchen.Everyone was just sitting down at the table when I walked in. Mom had all the food out, Dad was just reaching for the platter of vegetables, my two brothers were already digging in. I sat down in a. I was eager to exploit that all over again, but first I had to deal with someone who had been snuck in during daylight hours by Tate: Hayden. I chuckled as I saw that she just got screwed repeatedly by the ghost, of course.“Hayden, what a pleasure! Follow me!” I instructed her as I gave the Harmon ladies a kiss on the mouth and told Tate, “okay, have fun with Vivien and Violet. You’ve earned it now. They’re already pregnant, anyway, so you can’t make the Antichrist with them, either. Girls, you.