She really was my physical ideal. Not the ideal woman maybe. She was more like the ideal of a Grecian sculpture. I've been in museums and nearly run m... hands over some classical sculpture. You just want to run your hands over it and appreciate the physicality, the existence of something so perfect.That night, I dreamt about her. In the dream I talked to her and invited her to lunch. We met and hit it off. I called work and said I wasn't coming back. She invited me over to her place. Her. Then I rolled onto my back and raised my legs over his shoulders.Tony spat onto my tight butt hole and he rubbed the swollen head of his cock back and forth across my slippery entrance. It slid in so easily for such a big cock, I let out a moan as begged him to shove his cock as deep as it would go.Tony began to slowly pump and I moaned more.I heard my slutty wife urging Tony to fuck me harder.The black guy smiled to her and then he began to thrust his swollen nine inches into me, his balls. ..You are stroking the shaft of his hardening cock, gently running your fingers from the base, near his taut and full balls, to the glistening, precum covered head. The flaccid dick begins to rise as it hardens. It twitches as it throbs into what must surely be its fully erect state. You have to flick your tongue across the slit and take in that rush of precum. Your tongue flicks all around the knob to wet it before you allow your lips to slide over it to suck out all the juice. The precum. “You’re cumming in me, Daddy!” she gasped. Her pussy must be spasming hard around his cock, just milking out every incestuous drop of his seed.The knowledge sent me plunging over the edge. I groaned and shuddered through my own pleasure. My pussy convulsed. I bucked and cried out in ecstasy. The bliss rushed out of me and gushed into my mother’s wonderful mouth.I drenched her in my passion. The waves of rapture washed into my mind. My breasts jiggled in my stretchy sheath dress. My phone.