Our sex life was fine but I wanted to know what she fantasized about when we made love. I asked her if she had any sexual fantasies she wanted to live...out. She blushed and admitted she had one all through her life. She dreamed of sucking and fucking a huge cock. She immediately reassured me that my average 6 inch penis was fine but occasionally she dreamed of a monster 9 inch baseball bat sized prick impaling her. I bought her a dildo and that’s where the fantasy ended. Or so I thought.Six. "That's Woodstock," she said. "I named him after our butler back in Berkshire; he has the same color hair and big brown eyes." Kathleen shook her head a little. "Father and I were sad to leave Mr. Woodstock; he'd been with the family for over twenty years." She giggled and added, "The butler not the horse." After all that time with the family, didn't your father want to bring Mr. Woodstock with him?" Zach asked as they rode north east out of Prescott."Yes he did; Father tried to convince him to. Letting the ball of my tongue ring caress and disappear in it. He moans and smiles. I then take the head and lick around the cap. Giving him slow pleasure. Wanting it to build to give him that intense pleasure. With that I take all of him I can get in down my throat. He thrusts forward and I moan with my mouthful of him. Now stroking him with my mouth, I take long slurps and sucks. As I work him slowly he moans and tells me I'm a good slut. With that I speed up the pace. I began to take just. You looked through the door, your head tilted so your eye would be as close to the crack as possible, maximizing your view of the scene. You watched as I lay half naked on the bed, and from the side you could see the flesh of my buttocks against the floral print bed covers, and above you could see the low hanging testicles in their sack, probably hanging low after I had been exercising downstairs earlier and generating body heat down below. You saw them framed by the bush of brown pubic hair,.