I pulled up my knees and lay there on the bed, open and willing to be fucked. I let myself imagine Nan's husband Ken walking into the room and seei...g me laying there with my with my cunt wide, willing and wanting to be fucked. I could almost feel the weight of his body as he positioned himself over me. I could hear my breathing getting short and shallow as I let myself drift deeper into my fantasy. I was ready, I reached for the artificial cock and rubbed it's head around the widening. I walked in and there she was sat on the counter with her legs spread open. With her head tilted back and her eyes closed shut, she had one hand on her rosey, pink, wet pussy and the other massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. She was moaning just enough to get my chest racing and my blood boiling. I quietly walked up between her legs and ran my hand in between her silky copper hair, by her left ear and grasped tightly as I leaned into her right and said "You won't ever want him. Have you nothing to say? * * * ‘Do you dream about me? Tell me your truth. Do you dream I am with you?’ Where else would I go? How could I not dream about you? Did you think I’d found someone else? Sometimes I really believe you are here. That I’ll wake in the morning and everything will be just as it was. But there is no going back… nowhere we can return to… and even if we could, it was all just a masquerade… a sick joke played at our expense… Did you consider that? All our time together was. He took hold of my hairs and try to push my head into his bumbs. He was screaming bhai bas mmmmmmmm ooooooooo mmmmmmmmmmmaaa iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mmmmmmmmmm hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and jerking like anything. After sometime I left his ass-hole and started again to lick and suck his balls and the skin between the ball sack and his ass-hole. He was giving lustful sound effects; his deep breath and lustful sound filled the whole room; mmm aaaa hhhhh mmm iii ssss filled the room … saala harami madarchod gandu.