But they are all so...so beautiful. Oh my. Oh MY! God could I use that one.” “Don't be so quick to dismiss your pleasures. How much is it worth t... you to have your most carnal desires simply at your fingertips? When you are lying in bed and he gives you one of his placid glances, what would you give to have a toy that makes his touch seem like passing wind?” Sasha opened her eyes wide and looked at the beaded and curved toy the man held. This one didn't have a cheaply made dial at the bottom. She’s going to be an Aunt in June, most likely.”“That was another ‘knock me over with a feather’ moment. I take it Tasha’s dad came down off the ceiling?”“Mostly,” I said. “He’s perturbed about Sasha not getting married, but there was no way she was ever going to marry the guy who really was nothing more to her than a first fuck. And not a very good one, or so it seems.”“I go away to college for two-and-a-half years and Mike Loucks is saying ‘fuck’, in English, without even lowering his voice,”. I grab her breasts and squeeze her nipples. I can hear Paul clicking away with the camera. “Give me the 69er, babes,” he cries. Without hesitation I find myself with her pussy in my face and vice versa.Click, click. “Rub her ass, baby,” says Paul.Click click. “Insert your finger, make her come,” he calls. We roll over with her on top and back again. Our love making is frantic and rough for a change. We slap each other hard on the ass before inserting a finger. Our tongues are licking in and out. That part is true, not part of the dream.In the dream, mom's plaid miniskirt was flipped up, exposing her shaved, wet cunt, which I was pounding my cock in and out of. She was laying on her back on a desk, and each time I pounded into her, those huge tits would jiggle and wobble like mounds of jello on top of her chest. Mom's short blonde hair was braided into two pigtails and she was wearing some reading glasses. A pair of white thigh-high stockings completed the outfit.I had this dream so.