Her name was Simran. She was a 46-year-old brown-skinned, chubby woman. She was not sexually attractive. I did not care about her as I was occasionall... getting sex from a neighborhood aunty.Simran started working at our home, and she would spend more time near me. I figured out that she was into me. She would hold my hands accidentally or come close and touch my crotch accidentally. One day, my mom caught her excessively touching me. My mom looked angrily at Simran, and Simran went to my mom to. Eddy explained the role of the Dream Catcher. "He's a mixture of Medicine Man, Shaman and psychologist, all rolled into one. He interprets people's dreams. The Pikani were doing that long before Freud, Jung or Adler came up with their theories."He grinned at me. "I've got a degree in sociology and psychology from the University of Calgary. I'm not just a pretty face."About 4 pm Eddy's father came into the building, and it was clear from the way he was treated that he was a very important and. He knew that she knew he was in no hurry to bring her to pleasure; each and every time they had been together, he had always been able to give her more erotic pleasure in one week than all of the rest of her life. Her life had not been simple but his loving and caring made it well worth the wait. As he moved ever closer to the apex of her thighs with his caresses, she was so wet his jeans were becoming soaked where she sat on his leg. She slowly stood up, knowing her legs would barely support. No one was around. I wanted a cock inside me so badly I forgot about food for a moment. I held his cock in my hands and stroked it even though it was stiff. Admiring the length and girth, I imagined what it would feel like inside my cunt. Running my fingers down to the base, I cupped his swollen balls and smoothed my fingers over it. Then I leaned over his genitals and covered his head with my mouth. With my lips over the helmet of his head, I licked my tongue over the slit pressing firmly.