But times keep changing - so I hope there is still room for another storyabout a quite young and efficient husband who has, nonetheless, problemswhich...set him daydreaming in a third way... (Since here the "daydream sequences" cannot be marked by italics or such,they start and end by '+++' .)[Note,I am writing this not in my native language - so pretty prettyplease forgive me if I pull any horrible boners in American usage or, onthe other hand, should sometimes construct sentences like a. "Master," says Lydia, who begins grinding her dark ebony body against yours, her plump bossom pressed tight against your ribs. She nuzzles your shoulder causing her curly black hair to brush against your neck."My master," says Lisa, who slides a pale and freckled hand in between her legs, as her other arm wraps around your neck. Her soft red lips begin trailing kisses up and down your chest, as her long red hair begins to flow as if under water."My God," says Laurel who wraps two lithe arms. I turned her around to face me again, she was sweating and she had her hand over her mouth, “Thankyou” she said.Bending down once again I licked her nips as my finger carried on rubbing the front of her knickers. “Hold your skirt up” I said, when she did I crouched down in front of her, pulled her knickers to one side and licked her hairy gash, it must have been only a couple of minutes when she groaned louder, dropped her skirt and climaxed again.I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, as they. ” She grinned, “I know.” I tried to keep my eyes from roaming any farther south than her chin, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The underwear she’d chosen to sleep in was far too sexy for a girl of her age to be walking around her brothers best friend in. She took a few steps towards me and moved to straddle my legs, placing her tan knees on the couch and those long delicate fingers on my shoulders. She looked down at me and tilted her head to the side, long blond hair falling to.