He asked how often I had cuckolded my husband, I lied and said I’d only done it with 4 men so far, he liked that. “He enjoys that you are open to ...lay around?” – ‘yes’.“Bareback or condoms?” – ‘Nearly always bareback’ “He likes cream pie”? – ‘Oh yes’.“How often do you play”? - ‘3 or 4 times a month’. “Do your sons know what is going on”? - ‘I hope not, I don’t think so’. His questions are making me blush a little but I’m so turned on. “If you are still sat there like you are when your boys. I was still newto the world of cocksucking, and while I had gotten into it like a fishto water, it still required physical dexterity that was relatively new tome.But was I going to NOT let him fuck my mouth and throat?NO WAY.Not this gurl. His hips started moving, slowly at first and then withincreasing ferocity after a few minutes. The whole time he never let goof my head, and I never wanted him to.The feeling of a cock penetrating my mouth, back and forth, owning me,taking me, every single. Try to change your clothes again. It doesn't matter to what; it can be what I have on or just to your bathing suit." Okay." Almost instantly she was in her bathing suit. She gasped as she felt the change on her skin. She looked down at herself then tentatively ran her hand over the top to confirm what she was seeing. "Did I really do that?" Yep, you really did," Allison said. "Very interesting, I can't affect Shannon, even in my own dream... She can't affect herself in my dream either. But now. One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond to look it over, as he hadn’t been there for a while. He grabbed a five-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As he came closer he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond. He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end.One of the women shouted to him,“We’re not coming out until you leave!”The old man frowned, “I didn’t.