The woman inthe mirror looked strikingly beautiful. She would've turned heads in heryouth. At a more mature 45, hers was the kind of beauty that comes...fromconfidence and poise. Her golden blonde hair was beginning to grayslightly and her pale green eyes were slightly wrinkled at the corners.Her thin, shapely lips were smiling wistfully. She admired the gracefulneckline. Her breasts stood perky and proud on her chest, the pink silkdress revealing just a hint of cleavage. The dress hugged her. Something caught her eye. ‘At last!’, my subconscious screamed at me. ‘Now she’s taken the bait!’ But she was not admiring my biceps. Instead she was looking at my groin. She had a snarl on her lips that would have scared any man. ‘What the hell is that?’ She asked, putting the iron on its stand and moving over to me. She squatted down in front of my groin. I had dreamed of her doing this, and my heart leapt for joy, even though I was still a little unsure of what was actually happening. Not. Her body was tensed as tight as could be but he didn't get within three feet of her. She was alarmed that he was coming at her but he carefully sat on the corner of the bed to give her room to pass to walk to the bathroom. She was hardly breathing waiting to be grabbed, pinned on the bed and raped but it didn't happen.Her thoughts and fears were interrupted by Joseph's voice, "Are you going to take a shower Sammi? Are you okay?"His questions helped to snap her mind to the present and she. It won't be long and, it will be my cum that you will be tasting."I shivered when I head Ron's comment. I felt dizzy, and short of breath as I closed my eyes and opened my mouth slightly. Ron rubbed his moist thumb across my lips, and then slowly slid it in my mouth. As I closed my lips around it, Ron seductively whispered, "Suck on it as if it was my penis. Show me what you're gonna do next with your mouth and my cock."Flashes of light seemed to be going off in my head as I listened to.