Now, on the face of it, that sounds truly insane. The reality of rape is horrific and ugly, but the thing is, we’re not talking about reality here; ...e’re talking about fantasy, and that’s a totally different thing. I think that ‘rape’ fantasies exist as a way of dealing with all those fears about doing ‘the right thing’ in sex. For a woman who can’t enjoy sex because she’s too worried about doing the right thing, fantasizing about a man who ties her up is a perfect answer. In her fantasy, she’s. She asked if I wanted to sleep there from now on. I nodded and blushed atthe same time. She just smiled and said that no one needs to know; In factshe knows teens and adults that prefer to sleep in cribs.Jenny was standing beside the changing table. I think she was waiting forme to be lifted on it, as we usually do. However Granny said that it wasJenny would be changed first. Jenny started pleading to be alone and letme get changed first. I felt sorry for Jenny, as she was crying more andmore,. I never had been able to resist my Wife´s cunt. Very soon my tongue was eagerly working on her pussy. I took every drop of the sweet-and-salty mixture of both our sex juices. I learned to love it. My lips and tongue caressed her wet pussylips and I stuck my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could. I licked her out as I never had licked her out before. She was moaning aloud and she was moving her hips up and down my face. Her juices and my own cum were all over my face by now. I loved that. My moans grew louder until they turned to screams. He went harder and faster, groaning in sync with me. Before either of us had reached an orgasm, he pulled out. He then rolled me on my side and spooned me. Once again he inserted his dick into my sopping wet pussy and began thrusting. With every thrust my orgasm built. He rubbed my clit while still stuffing my cunt from behind. I orgasmed and my juices squirted all over the sheets. He kept going and soon he had reached his orgasm. We stayed in.