Alsover’s bedroom began to emit a soft series of chirps. Quickly, Timothy covered her up with the blanket and stepped across the coffee table to sit...down in her reading chair."Oh dear, did I doze off again?", said Ms. Alsover as she awoke with a yawn. Timothy mumbled that it was no big deal, and went to the bedroom to silence the alarm. Ms. Alsover stretched. Her back was feeling much better now, but she felt a strange tingling sensation from her private parts. With a quick glance to the door,. I fuck the dick. It does not fuck me. I control every inch of that throbbing meat. Well, normally.I love the first lick. Swirling my tongue around the head slowly and thenending with a dip for the pre-cum. That first teasing taste of what's to gush down the back of my throat...or to cover my face. Depends on what he's in the mood for. I get so much pleasure from hearing a man's praises of my skills. Him telling me how hot my mouth feels, how fucking good it feels as he tries to push my head. I had a hard-on just thinking about what she might be looking at. But I knew after threesomes and gang-bangs she would tune into the bestiality sites. I was ok with it as it had translated into a better sex life but I wondered if she was so into it she might want the real thing. I decided it wouldn’t hurt to at least find out.A guy at work mentioned that he had found a doorway into what he called the dark web. I suspected he just found sites that were not your normal Facebook and Twitter.. ........................................................................I had fallen asleep in front of the TV and had not moved a muscle all night apparently as everything was as it was when I dosed off. Well perhaps I had moved one muscle I conceded looking at the cum stain covering a large part of the front of my pants. I had not had ‘an accident’ since I was a boy and considering I had not even cum myself in the dream was rather alarmed at this incident. For the next week and a half I had.