Friday. The word rung in my head as I looked at the time: 5:20 AM.I sighed, Another Friday, finally. I thought to myself. I pushed the covers off of m...self, and I was suddenly exposed to the freezing temperatures. Maybe a small over exaggeration, it was probably just around 68*F/20*C. Either way, the house was cold to me.I shivered, but I felt something more cold and damp on the front of my panties. Suddenly, I remembered what I was dreaming about.I was dreaming about one of my crushes/best. Human bodies can truly be that indirect. Somewhere along that process, my subconscious intrudes with my order, "Ignore what you've been told; Mark wants Negro hair. Pass it on."]My being topless now seemed too deliberately exhibitionistic, so I put on a T-shirt. I was still insufficiently dressed for the cold, but I wanted my non-angelic physique to be seen and I could simply say that I couldn't feel the cold, which might add a little bit of credibility to our story. I ordered my body not to. "You kinky sod" she replied " well OK then, but we will have to see what we can do to repeat this filling as I really enjoyed it". The fact of fetching my camera and using it to take explicit photos of my wife's juicy cunt that I had just filled to overflowing, along with her enlightened attitude seemed to egg me on. As I snapped away, she observed that I was still quite hard so she said "come here and give me a cuddle so I can share my thoughts - if you don't like them, I will never voice. Reema: so, how do I look ??Me; you are more beautiful than I could imagine .. Do you mind if I kiss you ??Reema : hello mister, wait lets go home and party tonightMe: ok fineShe drove back and kept sharing all her story and we reached her home which was quite near around 15 mins and the place was so silent with all luxurious bungalows in jayanagar. Soon we reached her place, I was amazed to see that she was the queen of such a big villa. She took me to the hall and asked me to wait she would.