"Relax..." I tell him. I see him give a slow exhalation which relaxes his muscles and the toy sinks deeper, until finally the huge head slips home. Gr...aning loudly I see his arse gripping down on the 2 inch shaft, just behind the head. "Wow!" I sigh from behind him, my face near his arse – watching every thick inch slide in. "I want to see you take more" I tell him. I hear him whimper in anticipation and I begin to push more of the fat new toy into his bottom. The vision of this I find. So she reached for his penis.It was at that point that Mindy’s courage began to fail her. She felt like she was being pornographic, somehow. And her description of where she had touched his penis, and how and with what, had gotten her own pussy wet, just remembering that dream. Finally she couldn’t go on any longer. So she ended by simply saying “So ... I kept sucking it until he was happy, and I was too.”She had looked away, unable to meet her daughter’s eyes. That’s when Jennifer had. "One of them kept looking over while I was getting the drinks."She blushed slightly and flicked her gaze over to them, then away. She had already noticed, I thought."I've been thinking about what we talked about before," I continued, and she looked back at me blankly. "The fantasy thing, you and another guy."Now she rolled her eyes, trying to treat it as a joke. But her face hardened and she sucked in her cheeks. She wasn't happy that I'd brought it up again. She sipped at her wine. Both women were five feet eight with golden blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes and perfect figures. The girl just shook her head sadly while her tears still streamed and said, "I came up for some coffee filters, to answer your first question. The answer to the second is the problem is you, Judy Morris!" Me?" Judy asked in amazement. "What did I do?" What did you do, you ask?" the girl replied. Although she was still crying, she was obviously trying to smile at the same time. "You married any.