His hand tentatively began to reach out when through that happy haze of sleep he saw Sarah emerge – as if by magic – from the steam. A glistening ...evelation, stepping out of his dreams and into his room, sunlight bouncing off her still damp skin, her breasts standing firm and proud as she dried her hair with a towel. ‘Good morning baby.’ Her voice was so sweet and tender and her eyes seemed to have developed a richer, deeper shade of blue overnight, her hands still held high above her head as. He will not let go of his fantasy until you agree to have sex with someone else. Whether or not you go through with it is a separate issue.“Most men don’t want their wives fucking other men or even other women. They want their wives to play within their male fantasies without actually engaging in them. I say “most men” because there is a percentage who does want this fantasy for real. We can test Tim to learn what type he is. The question is Do you love your husband enough to test him and learn. My appearance apparently set her off and she quivered through fresh cum spasms. Her eyes lost focus. Her face scrunched as if in pain; she made strangling unintelligible noises. The other men cursed, all of their active hands a blur as they erupted. The exploding dickmeat spewed spunk all over her grimacing face, into her now matted hair and onto her eager, begging tongue. With lewd strings of sperm dripping from her chin, and more splooge all over her face and hair, I led S from. Shots of cum pulsated out of the tip of my cock.“Uuuuhhhh yeessssss” Stacey let out a muffled scream as I watched her cum. One hand was over her mouth and the other was rubbing her clit with fast circular motions.We both lay there panting as we came down from our highs.“Fuck that was hot” she breathlessly whispered.“Agreed” I said as my head lay back on the pillow.Again we talked for a little longer before calling it a night. I was really loving this new bond I had with my sister.———The next.