It was so intense for her that she passed out for a few seconds. When she came too, she started crying and begging me to stop. I took her face in my h...nds and asked her who was in charge. She said I was. I moved back to the dildo and fucked her ass for a few minutes. I went back and took her face in my hands again and asked her who was in charge. She again said you are. I went back to the dildo and fucked her some more and reached between her legs and got the dildo in her cunt and fucked her. Lansette’s cheeks flushed because she did not think he would say yes. “Is something wrong?” Mitch asked. “No!” she said, “Its just that I did not think you would want to dangle out with a mature woman.” “Really?” Mitch blinked. “I have trouble wondering why you would ever think that. Are you sure you really would like me as your movie companion tonight?” “I’m sure,” she smiled brightly. “I really do appreciate that you asked. It does not happen often that an older woman asks me out.” “Good,. " Well, I'm sure my husband is going to be here a while. He thinks he's the only doctor in this hospital who knows what he's doing. Can I give you a ride home?" No, I think I'll stick around for a bit, Sue. I can catch a ride with someone else." The reason you want to stick around wouldn't have anything to do with that football player in there, would it?" Yeah, he might have something to do with it." Well, good for you. You deserve to have someone special." Well, I don't know how special he'll. I sat there thinking as I heard my husband return to his sleep. What had caused me to dream something like this anyway? Nothing even remotely like this had ever happened to me, yet it was me in the dream. I’m a thirty four year old house wife, nothing fancy, just a typical five-foot five inch tall 34b 25w 35h, brown haired house wife, named Sally Bergman married to Paul Bergman. He’s thirty seven years old, five eight tall, a plain guy who works hard to make us a good home. We live in a nice.