She gyrated her hips, wrapped her hands around my ass but still never woke. Now I was really aroused. I wished I could see her face through the darkne...s, see what expression she wore as she dreamed of being fucked. When I had had enough of torturing us both, I slipped the tip of my dick into my wife, pulled out just a little, then plunged forward with all of my might. “Aaaah,” she screamed out, moaning in ecstasy. That woke her, and she gasped loud and hard at finding her dream to be reality.I. To a place that you have visited more than a few times. Have you any idea where we are going"Thompson had to admit he did not."I must see this Geeta girl of whom you spoke the day after you were taken exiting that loathsome brothel where she works. Does this please you, Thompson?"It had not occurred to Thompson that he would ever again visit the massage parlor where Geeta and her friend Alice worked. The goddess had made it very clear her serious disapproval of such places. For Thompson to ever. They stopped in front of a dismal looking strip club. Alexander ushered the girls inside to a seat in a booth toward the back. He told them not to move and left behind a curtain at the opposite side of the club.There was a waist high runway jutting into the center of the room with three brass poles affixed to the runway floor and ceiling. A nude girl was spinning slowly around one pole with a vacant stare. The room was practically empty. A few waitresses were wandering around. They were dressed. Rather than going upstairs to the bedroom, my aunt lead me into the sitting room, where she ordered me to sit on the sofa. She then sat on my lap and started to kiss and fondle me. I had not spermed during the morning, so my balls were full of new sperm – something that rarely if ever happened. My cock grew hard under the pressure of my aunt’s weight, but she contented herself with kissing me only. Soon there was the crunch of gravel in the drive, which told us that Maria had returned. My.