Caroline pulled away from him and turned obliquely away, causing him a feeling of loss. "So you keep telling me," she said, with a little heat althoug... her voice was quiet. "I love you. I want you. Why'd you —?"Simon put a finger to her lips. "I didn't say no, Caroline."Caroline faced him again, a look of hope blossoming on her face."I'm ready go forward now, love," he told her, taking her back in his arms. "I think seeing Marianne today is what pushed it home to me. I can't really explain it. ....it's just a fantasy that Tom and I play." She told him softly.She was scared now; frightened almost. This was actually happening; her fantasy was developing before her very eyes but she was scared. This man was real; this was no act. The large framed man sat with her was real. He seemed serious; it all seemed serious. He was going to fuck her like a whore."I know." He told her as he rested a large dark brown hand on her knee. "I am here to make it all real for you." Please no." She said. She was about 18 long hair , dark skin.She was sleeping on a big chair , her right leg spread over the arm of the chair , she had a small piercing on her nose and a silver chain over her neck , her duppatha had fallen on the floor and hence was not doing its duty of covering her cleavage , legs spread , showing a nice cleavage and sleeping like a sexy princess , I stood rooted to the spot for about 5 minutes admiring her beauty , suddenly I heard footsteps down the corridor and I woke up from. She’d said she was a little sore last night, so anal sex is probably out this morning. But during my imaginary breakfast fuck, it’s a three-step sequence. Bend down, lick clit. Stand up; fuck pussy. Fuck arse. Bend down; lick clit. Stand up; fuck pussy. Fuck arse.God. It’s too much. I have to move. I just lift my hips a little, to free my cock, allowing it more room. Emma stirs but does not wake. Between us, our friend continues to sleep soundly, silently. I carefully lift the covers to take.