More than once he’d almost suggested that they get married. ‘I…I don’t want to go home. I wish I could come live with you.’ ‘I wish you co...ld, too, but that’s really an impossible dream,’ Lois thought. ‘We will be able to see each other from time to time,’ she said, squeezing Dennis’s hand, ‘Even if it isn’t as often as either one of us would like.’ ‘I guess so,’ Dennis said bleakly. Their drive continued, with both of them sitting silently, pondering what they were losing. In fact, Dennis. You see here standing in the shower, cleaning her pussy just as you see it on the picture. She notices you, sees your rock hard penis and smiles kindly at you."Like what you see?" She asks and as you nod she opens the door and invites you to the shower. "I'm sure you could use a shower too?" Without hesitating you get in and enjoy the warm shower. She helps you to clean yourself and gives special attention to your penis. You can't believe standing here naked with this married dreamwife but you. He slid home, both of them standing against the wall. His thrusts were deep and long. She could feel every vein, every ripple of his straining manhood. The head of his cock was hitting the top of her pussy inside, making her rotate her hips with each penetration, like a woman trying to savor the sweet sensation of being dominated. She knew her place, and it was under this man. She belonged to his cock. She bit her lip, her hands at his waist guiding him faster and harder. Each thrust was. We were never allowed to leave the house after sunset and our movements were closely watched by the village elders. Even though I was eighteen, men and women never mingled outside the four walls of their homes. The men, on the other hand enjoyed the sort of freedom us women could never dream of having. They could roam the fields and the countryside as they wished. The only area that was forbidden to them was the bathing canal used by the women. Like most other girls my age, I had always wanted.