When she finished pouring she sat back in her comfortable chair, the one she customarily used with its collection of throws and scarves to keep the si...ter warm. Tonight only a few were needed after Sandrine had added several logs to the fire. They would be warm.Mistress Heathcoate smiled. She knew where they had been that morning. This morning was not their first visit but she knew they had more questions about the experience. She’d already told them of the stories associated with the stones.. That also doesn't mean that I get a lot of sex since my wife died five years ago and, while I have dated some, and, yes, some of the women were also willing to have sex, my sex life is pretty irregular. Except for what I provide myself. Yes, by hand. The time this all started was when my 17 year old granddaughter was visiting me during the summer, I had slept a little later than usual and woke with a nice hard-on which I thought I would enjoy before I got out of bed. So, just like a teenage. Kell woke with a start. He’d had the dream again. Damn it. He told himself no more. It was torture. And he wasn’t a fan of torture. Sitting up, he realized, he had moved in his sleep. He was at the bottom of the bed, his knees at an odd angle… as if he were making love in a position on his knees… ‘Bloody rubbish.’ With that he stood up and rang for his valet. Plantation Lancaster, 10 miles from Charleston, NC 2006 Katherine St. Claire woke up from the dream with a start. It had seemed so real.. I think I might have came in my undies right there! I peeled off my shorts the best I could with one free hand, while trying to maintain eye contact with Emma. I wanted her to know I did indeed like to watch. The big wet spot in my sky blue panties should have made it obvious that I was excited watching them.After kicking my shorts off to the side, I continued to stroke my throbbing pussy right through my soaked undies. Emma responded by removing her skirt and white panties as well. She flashed.