“And how are you going to make me scream?” she asked back, smiling at Harry’s silk-covered look. Attentively brushing her fingers against his na...ed upper-body and enjoying the way he reacted, jolting and leaning into her touch as her hand went south. The proximity to her husband allowing her to inhale the scent of him, the faint smell of his after shave lingering on her fingers as she reached his pants.“I’ll do what I always do, give you a rough ride – just how you’ve always liked it.” Her. I hear the door open again and Pete pushes his way in. Amber is quickly tied next to me. I feel the tuck move as Pete gets out of the truck. We lay there next to each other. I feel Amber touching me. I hear her moans and the muffing sounds she is making in the gag. I start to do the same. I stop moving for a minute while someone walks past the truck. I hear Pete get back into the truck. "I see you ladies haven't left yet." He laughs an evil laugh. As if Amber and I had any choice on the matter. And there it was in all it’s glory! She paused with his Y fronts across the tops of his thighs, to absorb the sight of his throbbing hard penis. Her mouth went dry. Emma’s eyes were glued with rapt attention to the solid shaft of flesh protruding from the mass of fair hair. ‘You’re right, Bill. That is the wonderful penis I enjoyed as a nun! How marvellous! Fancy it being yours!’ Licking her parched lips, she lowered the Y fronts further, remembering being taken aback by his huge testicles,. “Sure,” Dannye replied. “You know anything you tell me I will keep a secret.” “Ok, this is weird,” I began. I stopped at that point. I wasn’t sure if I should really tell her my dream. “Spill it!” Dannye demanded. “No,” I countered, “I can’t.” Dannye was insistent. “Was I in the dream?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied. “In a good way or a bad way?” Dannye asked. “It was a good way,” I replied. I looked across the pool. I was nervous. “Okay . . .” Dannye replied, her voice trailing as she waited.