Myjaw dropped, but before I could say anything Steven held up his hand to stopme. ?Is the task clear?? He sounded somatter of fact it was as if he had...given me a shopping list. Disbelievingly I read the piece ofpaper again. ?You are to go into Henrik?sbedroom when he is asleep, dressed only in bra and panties, and masturbateyourself until you have a nice big wet spot on your panties. Love you, StevenXXX?. I shook my head and pleaded toSteven with my eyes, but he just smiled and turned his. That night she dreamed. She dreamed that her son was bedding her daughter and woke up to the after effects of a strong orgasm. She hadn't touched herself but her mind was powerful enough to set a climax in motion. Awake and aware she shrank in shame from the dream but the image of her children in the act of coitus lingered enticingly in the shadows of her consciousness.For days after the intense dream she watched her children acutely as they went about their lives. She noticed that they. John was between her legs, vigorously eating her pussy as she moaned. That sheepish post-orgasm feeling lingered a while as I watched John move himself into Tammy. I watched, recharging so to speak, as John fucked Tammy. At first she had her legs wrapped around him as he fucked her over the side of the bed, but then she moved onto all fours on the bed, back curved, arching into her voluptuous ass and John mounted her from behind.I’m starting to feel pretty good again, and the sight of Tammy and. At that moment, I would have promised to give her my baseball card collection, just for a look at her boobs.She dropped her hands and pulled the straps aside and removed that last barrier. I was just amazed. Here were two of the most perfect things in God's creation. Baseball sized, standing high and proud, with nipples topping them that were the diameter of my pinky finger and stood out about a quarter of an inch from the center of her round aureole. "Do you want to touch them?" She asked.