Her lips glistened with the juice from her love hole as a few drops ran across his balls.While they began to fuck, united with his cock deep in her, I...let my hands explore Lisa. I haven’t felt up another woman since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a virgin. I pulled Lisa’s shirt over her head; she helped and let it drop. Her tits were larger and sagged more than I imagined. Her tits were white, her areolas large and light brown and her nipples were the same brown. She asked, "so do you like the shoes, or the feet in them?" I was amazed such a young girl picked up on my fetish. She was bending over..laying on the bed..lifting her legs up. Teasing me. "i knew you were into my feet as soon as i tried the first pair on". My cock was growing in my pants, and she saw...she pulled me close to her face as she sat on the bed and prceeded to take off my pants. She ran her lips and tongue over the outline of my hard cock then pulled my boxers down and took me. When he opened his eyes, he found himself strangely energized, in spite of the lucid details of his dream. Why had he let this man have his wife, over and over? Few husbands would have been so accommodating, so weak in the face of a wife's professed sexual encounters. How could he have brought her here a second time? Suddenly he knew what had to be done.Neither the manicured lawn nor the marble steps under his feet weakened his resolve. He would storm this castle, confront its master, and take. Just don't go beating her or I'll come back and tear up a little grass with you."That one went over my head for a minute before I realized that he meant that he would come back and fight me if I beat Sarah."I would never beat her," I said like a dumb ass.Aaron apparently took that as my agreement to take his daughter. He turned and walked back to the truck, got in and started back down the driveway. He never even looked back at Sarah. Sarah didn't turn to look at her father."Oh shit," was the.