I was initially in a panic, probably still feeling emotions from whatever the dream was about.I rolled over to cuddle my wife, in an attempt to lull m...self back to sleep; my wife's curvaceous and soft ass always seemed to calm me at night. To my surprise, her side of the bed was empty. In my haze, I searched the darkness of the room to see if she was there but to no avail. I noticed one of the hallway lights was on so I quietly rose from my bed. I feared the worst. Janelle was never the type to. She felt drawn to the door, moving to it intending to check it was locked. She felt something and rather than checking the lock she found herself sliding the bolt back and unfastening the yale lock. Absolute rubbish that call she thought to herself and walked into her front room.She looked in the mirror that hung on the chimney breast and brushed her hair back with her hand. She stopped in the middle of the room. It wasn't deliberate. She simply could not get her body to move. She was frozen,. " He lifted his head and began petting her soft blonde hair as she looked at him with a proud glow.She liked Anthony. She liked his penis. She could do more with it than with Harry's monster."I loved it too, Anthony!" she said sweetly, holding his cock against her cheek. She jerked it gently a few times and kissed away any cum that bubbled out. She placed his flagging dark tool on his belly and carefully stood up.Tracy needed a moment to collect herself. She needed to drink some water and wash. I cannot resist the urge any longer, I have to do this.. I slip a finger inside. Mmmmm, yes, yes, that's it, mmm, fuck me. Oh yesss. My back arches and my hips thrust upwards. I slide another finger inside, deeper, deeper, thrusting, it is you filling me, you causing my body to react this way.My other hand finds my hard clit as I plunge my fingers deeper, circling it, teasing. Low moans escape my lips, this is what I need, for you to have me, to make me yours. I arch more, thrusting deeper...