I spread my feet, tilted my ass. “Please Baby,” I muttered. He grabbed my hip, his free hand pulling his cock up and down my slit, the head slidin... softly between the wet lips. Dipping his hips, aligning his cock to my wet hole, he pushed gently. The head slid forward as he grabbed the other hip. Pulling, he slid part way into my cunt. “Oh Jesus yes Mother,” he grunted.My mind wandered. Two months! Two glorious, cock filled months. And a year before that, I was a plump, overweight mother of. John travels a lot with his job, when he’s gone, Barbra spends a lot of time visiting with me. Their both in their mid forties, John is around six foot tall and I’d guess him to weigh around a hundred and eighty pounds. Barbra is around five nine and quite slim, with long wavy reddish brown hair. I laid back down unable to go back to sleep. The dream had been so real I was unable to get it out of my mind. As I laid there in the dark, the dream started coming back to me. I was sitting in a bar. I was wondering just what Artie’s plan was and why he hadn’t called me. I didn’t worry about it too much, however, and just took the time to relax. Late Friday night, my phone went off. It was Artie. Quickly I answered. “Hello?” I said. “Hello what?” Artie responded. “Hello Master” I said. “Ah that’s better. Don’t make that mistake again slut,” he stated. “How’s your little break been? Are your holes recovering from that massive gangbang at the club?” Artie asked. “Yes Master” I told him.. There were a lot of people around though.We walked hand in hand along the beach and made our way to the top, near where one might exit the beach again.We started kissing passionately and my hands started wandering up her vest and I started massaging her bra-less boobs.Then the other hand was up her skirt running a finger along her crack then over her thighs and onto the front of her panties.She moved her legs apart in the standing position and moaned in her sexy husky voice.Fuck I love that.