.”I must say, this is not my first time having a dream like this. And sometimes I just close my eyes and fantasies about similar.” I continued.I s...ide my hands down against you, took a good grip of your head….”I must admit, all my fantasies are not of the nice type.” I then pushed you down, felt your tounge and teeth playing with my balls and scrotum….I pushed you further down. You looked at me with smiling eyes.“Play with yourself”, you said. “But you do not dare to come” I started to play. "I lost our child." She said. "I'm terrible!" No, You're not." I said sitting down on the edge of the bed as she began softly sobbing. "Listen, I'm not gonna pretend I understand the infection, or how horrible you must feel, but Sis, I still love you, just as much as I did before. Even if we have to stop having sex while you heal, that doesn't mean I won't stop making love to you the moment you get back on your feet." I said."Really? You'd still want me?" She asked."I'm not sure where all this. We meet years ago on the internet and as our friendship grew so did the passion between the both of us.About a week ago Pete e-mailed me asking if there'd ever be a chance that we could meet. At first it seemed damn near impossible, I live in the States, he in New Zealand, but as an optimist I told him I'd look into, there had to be a way. I found the way, writing the trip off as a business expense.I can feel his breathing, he's scared of waking his wife, and I know his heart is pounding ninety. As she guided me into her warmth she shivered. I asked her if she was cold. She said no it just feels so good when you fill my pussy up so full. She slowly moved her toned body against mine. She was quietly moaning. I could tell what she was doing was pleasuring her by the look in her eyes. She would slowly move up my body then slide back down. My cock was aching. Her moves were deliberate, not wasting any time or energy. She was rubbing her clit against my pubes with every down stroke. Each.