“A very wet dream.”I crooked my finger, teasing her entrance. The rim was slippery. I followed the trail. Just the tip of a finger inside. “Wet,...�� I murmured. “That’s a much better word.”Meghan’s tongue teased my ear. “Perhaps real Meghan wouldn’t mind being treated like fantasy Meghan.”“Perhaps?”“Perhaps.”I eased my finger a little further inside her. In reply, Meghan circled her fingers round the base of my cock, giving a little squeeze. ~ Recollection of that evening tended to give my hands a. "That was sweet, Tom," Helen said."I didn't do it to be sweet; I want to stay with you."Helen picked up her purse. "I want a cigarette." Should you smoke in church?" I want to smoke, and I don't want to go outside." Okay, let's smoke mine," Tom said, and took two cigarettes and lit them.They smoked silently for a couple of minutes before Helen leaned close to Tom, her face inches from his. "Now I need a drink," she said."There's a bottle in Bill's car," Tom said. Tom grinned and felt a tickle. I thought that that wouldlook sexy on you. If it looks too girly...well it'll always grow outin a few weeks. I can't wait to see. What is it you're so angry about?" She did my eyebrows too!" Whoa there, sweetie. I didn't mention anything about eyebrows. Whatexactly did she do to them?" Her voice was suddenly excited and eagerto hear."She showed me loads of pictures of film star men and how neat theireyebrows were. Then she showed me mine. I mean they were bushy." Darling, you practically had a. When they had first been married, he couldn't seem to get enough of her body, always fucking her vigorously. She had loved his fucking tremendously. The only thing she had not liked was his inhibitions. He did not want to experiment, want to do other things. He wanted only to be on top of her, no other position. She had managed to suck him off twiceÜÜthree times counting this night. Sandy knew, despite his protests, that Rob had enjoyed those blowjobs.She suspected that deep down.