. Okay, kind of fell apart there at the end, but that's because I'm a little rusty on how these fantasies go. See, if you're thinking that way you're ...till not fully appreciating the terrible magnificence of Dick, because if you were you'd know the Dick version of the Move-In fantasy is this: you walk right up to her, grab her around the waist, throw her down on the bed, unzip your fly as she voluntarily shucks her clothes -- or just hikes up her skirt, if that's the mood you're in -- and Bam!. What do you wanna see?” She enquired innocently.Dazza started to walk towards her until he was only a few feet from her, his eyes were flicking between her face and her breasts. “Your tits of course!” He spat the words out and Robyn felt his saliva hit her face as he spoke viciously towards her.“You’re just a bully!” You said as you felt both angry and intimidated at the same time but attempted to put up a brave front. You saw his lips curl in anger and started to tremble. As she thought. I tiredly rolled off, and Susan hugged me to her in a contented embrace, as she fell asleep.Looking up I noticed Kitten and a now naked Chris, in the mating position, both waiting for me to mount them. Everyone actually needs me, without any ulterior motives.An insight into their race came to me. They were driven by a very strong instinct. Chris and Kitten were seduced by my scent, and maybe other factors. Susan somehow followed their example. The scent of our union did-in their inhibitions.. Some of those guys she'd been infatuated or even in love with, but often it was just animal lust. She still loved her husband, but with his aging body their lovemaking had become both less frequent and less physical, as well as less often.She released Mike's long thick cock from her mouth and stroked it, feeling it hot and wet with her saliva, as she whispered, "I want you to fuck me," as she leaned back onto his bed again. She spread her legs open, showing off her untrimmed dirty blonde.