She had as always slept in a skimpy top and thong panties. This morning though she was totally naked and fucking a black man in earnest. From his vant...ge point and the angle of her bed it was like he was right next to them. The woman was taking every inch of the 12 inch cock into her dripping pussy. Her full 38D’s flapping around and her nipples were hard. Her face was in a orgasmic state.Watching as the black hardness forcefully part her pussy lips caused his own cock to twitch. Deeper the. ..OK, maybe not)Hello people. Hope you are doing well out there in Fantasy Land. What, you say you are not in Fantasy Land? Oh you will be soon. Don't worry, because we are going deep into Fantasy Land. So deep, we may never return. And believe me, you will go to Fantasy Land with me. Even if I have to pick you up and sling you over my shoulder. So come with me, to Fantasy Land. It all started innocently enough one fine day back in the eighties. If you recall from a previous story, Rich and I. She is getting horny, I don’t want to disturb them, simply enjoying their act. Purposefully they making sound loudly because of me sitting and watching them. They started to kiss, what a scene.I never saw live kiss or sex before. I too getting arouse. I went and sat before them. He left her and pushed her on me.But she was still shy to be open with a guy other than her husband. She was in leggins and tight top.I gave the camisole which I have bought and asked her to wear. She saw that dress and. I parked the car and got out, sauntering nonchalantly towards the row of bikes. It was immediately evident that things had changed in the twenty years since I had ridden motorcycles. I caught my breath as I approached the first in line: a pearlescent gray K100RS. Four cylinders, horizontally opposed and water cooled. Each part of the machine was obviously designed for a purpose, to work in harmony with every other part. The fairing, with its oversized rectangular headlight, seemed to be shaped.