We went out to the best steakhouse in town, Joey enjoying himself immensely. Under the table, Dick ran his hand up and down my thigh. I was looking fo...ward to getting home and getting in bed with him. Dick told Joey how glad he was that I had such a great son, complimenting Joey on his scholarship, how he helped out around the house so much. “You are one lucky lady. Joey, isn’t she lucky?” Joey just smiled shyly, agreeing.We got home and decided to watch a movie together. We were all sitting on. For some reason she felt that this object had a living, and almost sensual nature. She placed it into her pocket and walked back through the dunes to her village. That night she slept to the sound of the sea. Wind chimes moving in the spring wind, musically becoming the instruments of the wind. The presence of the strange object seemed to highten Gwyneth's senses. Her awareness of smells and energy, even the weather, seemed heightened. More in tune somehow.The next day, Gwyneth met with her. " "Anything?" "Anything." "Ok then." I stroked my cock and entered her divine vagina. I watched in amazement as her lips spread apart to accomodate my girth. I pushed inside and felt her pussy send shivers through me. Gucci and I were one at last. She opened her mouth in ecstacy and urged me on. I started pushing in and out of her pulsating vagina. I reached her chest and groped her right breast. It felt so firm and so right to touch. "Ok I'm there. Are you ready?" I asked. "Yes yes. Fill me. He put his hand on her hair and started to stroke it. "Clean it up, baby. Everything." He softly urged her head towards his penis and she obliged. She opened her mouth and licked his shaft clean with her tongue. "Good girl. Very good." She liked the taste of her father's cum. It tasted different than Peter's though: more salty, and she could taste the tobacco of the cigars her father always smoked. When the cock was clean, she held it in her hands. Even half limp it was impressive. Karen lay.