In bed that night, I couldnt get to sleep, for thinking about what I had done. Quietly, and quickly I fingered myself to a very satisfying orgasm. We ...ontinued this game for the next couple of months. Whenever Sam was at sea, Scott would arrange to visit, to keep me company. He would stand outside of the bathroom, watching me wash my tits and then run into the toilet for a wank. Then I would sit opposite him, sometimes flashing my knickers, and long legs. Occasionally I would let my robe fall. I dozed off and proceeded to immerse myself in one of those sexual encounters that wet dreams are made off. My lover was not visable to me, but his lovemaking was sublime and my strong hip movements in unison with his thrustings, made for an extraordinary good fuck. I could feel the climax approaching and the frequency increased and I jerked on that cocks full length, then at one point it slipped out and I instinctively reached back to put it in and in doing so realised I was awake and her. In the dream I turned to the door, a smile crossed my glossed lips when I saw who had entered the room. He closed quickly and I tilted back my head to receive his long passionate kiss. He stepped back and stripped, showing of his heavily muscled body, his hands reaching to my shoulder straps and peeling them down my arms. The nightdress dropped to the floor softly kissing my body on its way to my ankles. His hands cupped and caressed my firm breasts sparking life into my nipples. The leather. Warm and damp, it pressed against her skin, bunching her panties to one side and making things highly uncomfortable.Rolling onto her back, she lifted the sheets as she slowly sat up on her pillows, throwing them off altogether as she took a closer look at this new development. Even though her pajama bottoms were loose fitting they had somehow been drawn snug in the left leg especially in the region of her upper thigh giving her the appearance of having a hideously misshapen leg. Whatever was.