She dreamed of Jullian and re-experienced in her fevered dreams the orgasmic ecstasy she had experienced that night. On more than one occasion she had...awakened, drenched in sweat from a dream in which she reached heights to which her husband could no longer take her.Days later, lacking sleep and burning with a fire which simply could not be quenched, Laura puttered with housework, but her effort was meaningless and she knew it. At long last she drew a steaming bath.Jullian had been home almost. I could feel my tits rise and fall as I tried to breath. My nipples were hardening and could be seen pushing against the cotton shirt. His cock was hard. He had taken off his shirt and I guessed he would consider that the first move. So the next move would have to be mine. He had sat in the middle of the couch, so whichever side I chose, I would still be very close to him. Another good move on his part. So I knew it was decision time. I felt wet and knew that my pussy had already made the. My first reaction was to protest; but, after all, I had just sucked a random dick and then I was not in a position to argue. I shrugged my shoulders and wrapped my lips around the big dark shaft. I lost my tongue in the foreskin while I was sucking. I kept sucking him, enjoying flapping my tongue around. Through the wall I heard his deep voice again:"Your wet mouth feels good, bitch…but let me try that pussy...!"I looked at the black dick and felt my cunt getting even wetter…The idea of being. My hands were encased in white fingerless lace gloves.To make everything perfect, she folded a bright yellow satin scarf andplaced it just above my bangs leaving the red spring curls at the topshowing and tied it off in a floppy bow at the back. When I saw myself inthe mirror I almost cried. I looked just like some cheap floozy at worseor a character out of an old I Love Lucy sit-com. As we left my room, shehanded me a red patent leather letter purse.I think I blushed from the time we left.