I am..." started the older woman."Yes what?" interrupted the Emir."I was saying that I am..."Again the Emir interrupted, "Do you have no manners whate...er? Is it usual for you to address a man without an honorific, let alone your Emir?"The woman just stared at him. Moving close to her he grabbed her cunt, sinking a finger into her slit. As she squirmed away he reached out with the other hand and tried to finger the daughter's mound. She too moved away. The Emir turned and went back into the. Because if this fit with the pattern, the real Hannah had shared the exact same dream. First the pervert Mr. Anderson, and then him, Cyrus. She had trusted him so much in their delightful afternoon together, and what had he done with the trust? Betrayed it, violated it, abused her. Only in his dream, true, but in a dream she shared. First the pervert Mr. Anderson, now the pervert Cyrus.He had to keep it quiet, of course. But how could he do that? How could he ask Hannah to keep that secret --. It was difficult to hold back a loud groan.I explored further with my fingers to her slit, her very wet slit and eased the tip of my finger inside.“Lie on your back,” she quietly said into my ear.My cock was pointing to the ceiling as she straddled me. I could feel her pulling her panties to one side as she slid her wet cunt down onto my cock. Bliss.I reached up into the darkness to her tits and rubbed my thumbs over each nipple. I knew she liked them played with. I licked my fingers and went. His back was to me. He had a cable movie on, ‘Nine and a HalfWeeks’, which was a soft porn film from the nineteen eighties. I was surprised to see him gentlystroking his erect penis while lying on the couch to the scenes on the TV. I should have quietly turned and retreated upstairs; however, I was completely mesmerized by thesight of my step son masturbating. His erect penis was magnificent; thick, long and rigid. It was sohard and erect that it looked like it hurt. I found myself getting.