.I give her a call at work. She comes to the phone breathless…. “is everything ok hon?” “yes, I told them to tell you it was just your brothe... calling…” “yeah, you never call me at work…I figured the world falling apart in or something…” “No, I wanted to make a request from you if you are willing…I would like to give Mandy a really special night tonight and I came up with this on my own…Becky loved it but I want your opinion too, you know her best…” “Ok hon go ahead…” I explain my plan and. I thought you would go sleep off your buzz.” “Don’t you want to be around me anymore?” “That’s not it, Shania.” I was uneasy about saying her name now. “Just let me change my trousers. I’ll be right out.” “No,” she said stubbornly. “Excuse me?” “I’m staying right here. You’ve got underwear on, don’t you? Just change your pants. I need to be near you.” “You’re pushing the limits, my dear.” “Please,” she said softly. “Let me stay.” I waved my hand and dropped my trousers to the floor. I kicked. I was pumping into her pussy making her gasp as I filled her and then stretched her with my size. When I pushed to get the last bit in her having grabbed her hips, she cried out in pain. I didn't let that stop me and began to pound her pussy hard almost as hard as I fucked Miranda thrusting my length deep into her body every time. She was grunting with each thrust. She moaned out an orgasm and fell forward moaning. I pulled out and let her roll to one side and then pushed into Miranda's pussy. There was a river running through a field surrounded by pine trees with stark gray-purple snow capped mountains in the background. On the fringe of the field was a cabin with a small wisp of smoke curling from the chimney. The locale looked idyllic.There was also a portrait of an incredibly beautiful young woman on the right. It was another oil painting by an obviously very skilled artist. The subject had gorgeous long liquid rich walnut brown hair that was pinned up much like Amy’s was,.