Sandy watched with great pleasure and was running her hands thru her own pussy. I grabbed Sandy’s hand and placed it on my cock so she could stroke ...e and rub herself while watching the sight before her. I paused for a second and looked directly at Sandy’s pussy, seeing her extremely wet already. I reached free hand back and ran it through her juices and couldn’t wait to dive in soon but Vicky needed to cum first. I slipped another finger inside my sister’s pussy and was pumping long. She closed her eyes and thrashed her head from side to side.Her...mother? Yes, her mother was lying next to her. My wife - looking in my dream only slightly less like Rosario Dawson than she does in real life - was at my side, on her knees, bending over the blonde's mother. Somehow my wife mounted the other woman, drove her hips into her, and filled her with a massive, phallus that I'd never seen before. It was completely foreign, it was impossible. But somehow it looked...right. The air. While in the throes of passion, he would call me his "sexy little girl".To me, I didn't equate that to being a child.To him, he would get excited when he called me that. That got me excited.Soon he was dropping it into conversation."How's my little girl?" Hey little girl! You look so damn sexy!" You are my gorgeous sexy little girl and I love you so much!"I came to like being called that. It was yet another pet name, a term of endearment that we had made our own. I liked the way it sounded. As Simon entered the living room, large smile on his face he was greetedby Amanda and Jayne who were both standing and smiling back at Simon."We went exploring this afternoon Simon," Amanda started, "and we made anamazing discovery. What do you think we found Simon? It is Simon isn't it?Or is it? I do wonder."Simon's smile dissolved. Unlike Amanda and Jayne's. Whilst Jayne wasdoubtful about her mother's plan, she began to enjoy the performance. Shecould sense Simon's concerns, his insecurity..