Well....your thing was out." I apologized and asked her not to say anything to my wife or son and she said she certainly would not. Still with he... at the kitchen sink, he back to me, I reached around her, pressed me hard cock into her ass, she gasped and tightened up I presses my nose into her soft long blond hair and whispered "thank you" and kissed her check as I sqeezed her tight then I let her go and got a water glass and she turned facing me as I got a glass of water. She was tipsy. I toss her on the bed and she quickly undresses. Her tits freed from the dress look so tasty I lick my lips watching her. She looks up at me and bites her lip again as she rubs herself. Moaning softly.I strip down as she continues to pleasure herself, I climb to her on the bed pulling her to me by her long legs. “Mmmmm you look so tasty." I push a finger inside her as I crawl up her body, “wanna know how good I’m going to fuck you, baby?” She nods rocking her hips into my hand, her eyes. " She bent over and gave me a light kiss on my forehead. This surprised me a little since I couldn't remember the last time she had shown me such affection.Of course I fell asleep before she came to bed. I had my favorite dream again that night, not just once or twice... more like five times. It seemed to come and go at intervals. Each new dream sequence was just as enjoyable as the last.When I woke up the next morning my bed was empty. My aunt was up already. Since there had been no evidence. When she switched to the guitar for the next song, his appreciation went up a few notches on more than one level. There was something intriguing, he thought, about a woman with an electric guitar. His appreciation rose again when she performed a solo. "Wow, they're great!" Hilary whistled and applauded as a song ended. "I never imagined Ryan up on stage, but she's right at home." "Yeah, I have to say, I wasn't sure what to expect." Mark nodded. "But they are good. And Ryan, wow. She's better.