I only had fantasies that I had discovered while pursuing the internet. My quest for knowledge was insatiable for a time; I even read the “Beauty�... series written by Anne Rice under the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure, which of course are pure fantasy fiction. Didn’t matter to me and I found the books to be very stimulating and my first taste of the pony fetish, but that’s another story for another time.He and I talked over the phone, through email and on the internet for a long time before we. I looked right at him as I fondled my own tits, squeezing them and tugging them and finally pulling hard on my nipple. My large areolas were magnificent in the dim light of the stars. Looking down, I could see them glistening. I squirted more gel into my hands and carefully hefted my tits stroking them over and over. It felt great and I no longer cared who was in the room. My nipples were now super sensitive and the direct connection between nipple and pussy was fully engaged. I could hear his. ”I smiled and hugged him, “I know you’d try. There’s two problems with that. First, I’m too used to the variety, and second, I can’t just cut off my four brothers after all these years. I love them too.”Dropping to my knees I unzipped him and got his hard on out. Between sucks I told him I needed some help right now, “You interrupted before I finished.”“But your full of his stuff.”“Won’t be the first time. You’ve often commented how good it felt when I was extra slippery.”“Oh!”Leading him to. Christine used her passkey to open the door and was surprised to see Steve and Olivia there. “Oh, I didn’t know you two spent the night! I am so sorry. I just came to change the sheets and clean the bathroom.”Steve grinned, “No worries! You must be Christine. Olivia was too busy being ravaged last night to go home.”“Oh,” Christine blushed. “Look, just let me know when you leave, and I can come back and clean up.”Steve stopped her and said, “No, don’t leave. I must go to work. I’m sure Liv would.