"Gregg lay sprawled on a couch on the centre of a large room hung with eastern silks. In his mind, he was deep in speculation on the nature of magic w...th Doctor Strange and Mandrake. He waved a hand as the two newcomers entered. On the ceiling of the room, projected from behind the couch, a series of images of temple carvings swung slowly back and forth, the pale figures clinging to one another in a timeless parade of lust.Gregg gestured to the cascading images of penetration, masturbation and. A while later I opened my eyes and saw my husband was lying there by my side, looking at me. I was astonished, because I could still hear the shower.Victor was smiling at me. I looked down, watching his thick cock seemed to be close to explode. Then I realized some other man had fucked me…And worst of all, I had guided myself a stranger hard cock into my wet pussy.I could still feel his semen oozing out from my cunt, falling onto the sheets.Then I imagined, as I was blindfolded on the previous. She starts to grind her clit against my groin and again I can feel her building to orgasm. I don't think I can take any more. I've got to let go. I'm so frustrated.Rita blurts out, "Of course, you could always have a wet dream."With that she leans forward and falls onto my hairy chest. I can feel her big tits against me. She puts her lips to mine and forces her tongue into my mouth. I reach up with one hand and squeeze her tit then roll her nipple in my fingers. I slide my other hand between us. She braced herself against the wall to keep from loosing her balance. She felt light headed and weak in the knees. Paul’s hands moved slowly down her torso, over her belly. He deftly unbuttoned her cut offs and slid his hand down her pants in one smooth motion. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs. Her underwear was damp and Paul knew when he slid her undies aside that she would be sweet and slippery wet. He rubbed her swollen lips through the panties. Steph let out a loud.