I have dreamed of making love to you in different situations. But now I’m going to tell you one of my favorite dreams, which happens in our kitchen....Imagine you standing in our kitchen and making coffee, wearing just a crop top and a panty.I would enter the kitchen and hug you from behind while I make sure that my dick rubs on your big round ass. I would then turn you around and kiss you while my hands find their way into your panties and squeeze your ass cheeks. After we kiss for a while, I. John hurried into the back yard as he undressed, he called my name and I said I was in the studio. He had brought a folding chair and a few pillows. He set the chair up in front of the door put the pillows down in front and said now where were we. I crawled over to his waiting cock. Lifting it up I told him that I want to learn to be the perfect little cock sucker he had ever imagined. That I cleared the next week and would be available to him as much as he desired, I wanted to show him how. Yet over time some things like memories cropped up and I wanted to fight it off. I thought it was a kind insanity creeping up on me. It was frightening. But now this all changes everything.“I’m not sure I’m happy with this. They’re expecting change beyond anything seen on Earth and I’m being turned into some kind of livestock of new attitude toward sex. What’s that about? And again I stand before you what I actually was once for the sister nymphs’ uses. I feel used. And even more strange I’m. I need your ass…I want u to do doggy style….b cause I like doggy style aunty….in response to that she said …like father like son…which caught my attention and I held her tight and asked what does that mean raandi….her glowing skin was shining and her disheveled hair was partially covering her face and she smiled and replied…..betaI know some day you may know this, so I don’t mind telling today to you….Your father is also one of my lover, rather ex lover…and he was the first guy to made me doggy.