"What kind of fantasy?" I had this fantasy about you fucking me in the ass, Bob." Brenda grasped his prick and looked him straight in the eyes."Rrreea...ly?" Yes, Bob. I wanted to know what it felt like to have you stick your prick up my ass and fuck me hard." No shit?" Well, I can't promise you won't get shit on it, but, yes, this has been my fantasy." Wow!" He looked stunned. "Why didn't you tell me?" I didn't admit it to myself until Wyden turned me into a slut." You're no slut, Brenda.. It is as if you are dancing to a tune that only you can hear. Your hands rise above your head, reaching for the heavens. Your movements are fluid-like as you run your hands down your sides, to your belly then gently squeezing your breasts. Oh God! You know I love this. Know I enjoy the view; know I love being teased. A little twirl ensues, your toned buttocks coming into view, swaying. The fear and panic have dissipated, only to be replaced and filled with arousal, desire and lust. Your. He was so pleased about my willingness to work myself to death, I didn't want to spoil the only basis for the slim rapport that had been established between us.At my first morning on the carrier job, it soon became apparent that I'd again taken on a bigger chunk that I'd bargained for. My Mom woke me at four o'clock in the morning and had hot oatmeal waiting for me when I was dressed. As I wolfed breakfast she stumbled back into bed, grumbling that she'd be glad when I would be able to wake. Mja aa rha th phr maine uski t shirt k andar hath dala uski bra upr ki aur uske chuche dabane lgaa wow yr main th swrg me th excitement me mri aankhein bnd ho gyi mujhe lga jb bina dekhe srf chuche dabane me itnaMaja aa rh hai th aage chlkr khin mra heart fail n ho jye khair phr maine uski tshrt puri upr kr di aur bra khol di main uske chuche dekhkr bht mast ho gya mra maal kamal th maine uska hath pakad kr apne undrwr me dalDiya nrrnd me hne ki wjh se wo kuch kr th nahi rhi thi mgr uska komal.