She wanted to try and be that way for him. The rest of the evening her and Brandon were together talking business but both knew deep down that they we...e also flirting with each other. Her mind wandered at times to the feeling of her thong panties and her new bra. At times Brandon would be speaking to her and she couldn't help but wonder what he might think if he actually knew what she was wearing just underneath her clothes. What seemed even more exciting was that, honestly, she realized that. Rachel’s hands were equally busy, travelling the length of Sally’s torso and pulling at her clothing as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro. By the time they reached Sally’s flat, the girls had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others body parts, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to study the rear view mirror. Sally. There’s so much of it, too. You are always so damn soaking wet for me…in the dream. Can this really be just my imagination? Can it? Tell me! Do you ever really get wet for me? Again, I ask you, what does it all mean? That I fantasize about you? Of course I do. That’s no secret but it doesn’t go anywhere near explaining why I enjoy this particular dream so often and why nothing else? Just me going down on you, licking your holes, eating you out, sucking on your clit and making you come for. I fucked her nice and hard now, and she panted and moaned more and more loudly with each thrust. Her stockings and high heels were really doing it for me. I slapped her ass a few times.“Oh, Jon, yes, yes. Fuck me, fuck me. Oh deeper, Jon, deeper, harder. Oh right there, Jon, yes. Oh yes, I love it,” she gasped. If her husband liked a show, then he’d married the right woman. She was vocal, and very loud.I banged away as hard as I could into her pussy. She moaned and cried out even louder.“Oh,.