I woke up from a dream this morning that Mom was fucking me and even after pounding one off then fucking my girlfriend, I still can't seem to get "sat...sfied". I keep thinking about how it felt in my dream and I've been trying to replicate it since waking up. Is dream pussy better than actual pussy ?. The imagination is a powerful thing !!!!!. Now, on to the next installment of "it happened on vacation (and continued at home) part 8: ALL the above thoughts were swimming in my head as my. " Then she scampered off to bed.At first she wanted to be inspected every night, but Jim told her it would have to be on birthdays. And so started a very odd family tradition. Every year, on his daughter's birthday, Jim examined her pussy and counted her pussy hairs. He also measured them. It required a lot of touching.For her 12th birthday Jim came up with a bonus. He bought some scented edible massage oil and printed out a fake lable for it on his computer that said it was especially for the. Perhaps didn’t have a name, but it was a convenient water stop for Captain Beauchamp andBlack Weasel. It boasted a clear lake and running streams. More important, it was considered neutral territory by almost all. The exceptions were those who accepted no authority whatsoever. For the rest, however, smugglers, go-anywhere-carry-anything-or-anyone captains like Beauchamp as well as pirates, it was a safe place to take on water, to rest, and perhaps even to enjoy some pleasures of the flesh.That. I ran my fingers around them, slid my hands up and down the inside of his thighs and around his arse, he squirmed and groaned as it both tickled and teased him. I started to then lick and suck on his balls, still ignoring his hard shaft, I wanted to tease it until he was desperate for some warm wetness around it. I sat up, it was time for me to get some pleasure. I slowly unclipped my corset from the front, freeing my large breasts, my husband grinned at the sound. I then unzipped and untied my.