.. was she having second thoughts? And then my hand, still pressing against her pussy, was free from material. She shifted to one side and suddenly ...er hand was at my pocket, something being shoved deep within it, and then her fingers returned to grasp my manhood, covering themselves in precum and again rubbing my shaft in slow, rhythmic motions.My mind was spinning but I could feel her begin to open, and I allowed a finger to just slightly slip inside her each time I reached the nadir of my. The desire drips from each slow not quite so sleepy syllable. And these few simple words have an immediate, palpable effect on my body. My clit began to throb before you completed that first sentence. My pussy quivers, glistening an so drooling so soon. I can barely form words when you talk to me like that. You know how to make me so fucking shy. Delighting in it. Add to that my mounting orgasm and I’m a non-verbal, moaning mess. Lucky for me, you’re perfectly content to hear nothing but those. " "Yes. I'm fucking her. Would you be interested in living your fantasy tonight?" Dirk replied, "Holy shit. Are you saying that I could have sex with your granddaughter and you’d be OK with it?" "Yes Dirk. That's exactly what I am saying. Interested?" "Oh ya." I told him our condo number and told him to get there about 9:30. At supper, I told Beth that I was having trouble keeping up with all the fucking she wanted to do. I told her that I had met another man while we were at the. I told her that I wanted to have my lips and cheekbones injected with collagen. I told her that I wanted to have my voice-box shaved; that I wanted to quit my job and be a housekeeper and a nanny to the children she would have with another man."That's it honey," Wendy said. "Don't stop now."I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. It was all coming out now, in a rush, in a flood of images and snippets of fantasy, all the secrets I'd harbored for so long.Almost all of it..."We'll start you off.