She fumbles with the keys, but then we are in. Our mouths meet, lips gliding over lips, then tongues meet sliding over each other, we share saliva. I ...xplore her teeth and note that she had marmalade on her toast. I protrude my tongue and she sucks on it greedily, I nibble her lip gently, but still draw blood. We are naked, we stare in each other’s eyes, and our pupils are dilated. We groom each other running our fingers through each other hair and picking at imaginary bits of fluff. Our bodies. "Of course not," I said. "But what if it is? Whatif I'm really asleep?" You're not asleep, Honey. And this isn't a dream. For all practicalpurposes, you're a 47 year old woman and you're marrying Ken Edwardstoday. You're going to be his wife and a step-mother to his children."She rubbed my arm with her hand and said, "You're just like me now,Honey. You're an older woman."A tear formed in the corner of my eye and I felt a lump of something inmy throat. Was it regret or happiness? "I love you,. Pulling her clit into his mouth he made a quiet humming sound, sending a vibration of pleasure through her body. Her juices seeped from her hole, and she wanted so badly to feel him inside her again. She moaned and whimpered and tried to get away from him as he brought her closer to climax. The first wave of ecstasy came crashing in and he quickly stood up, pulled her to the edge of the bed and shoved his rigid cock into her pussy before the next wave of her orgasm hit. As her walls tightened,. She reluctantly left the beach house and headed to her car which is parked nearby. She couldn’t get him out of her head. She couldn’t forget the pure erotic pain and pleasure he brought her, the pure eroticism that she craved. She had to come back! Again, she drifted into her fantasy world, forgetting to even start the car. She lifted the bottom of her dress and spread her legs wide as her mind drifted between reality and what she just experienced. Her fingers slowly and gently traced up and.