I thought about masturbating, I even touched lightly my swollen pussy lips, but I needed a cock. I slept thinking about one, but not my husband’s: I...dreamed about my son’s dick.When I woke up, Logan was no longer in bed. Teddy was still sleeping in the living room, and I heard voices in the other bedroom: Allie was wearing a small bikini, it was a G string half stuck into her beautiful round butt cheeks, and she was showing it to him, who was sitting in bed. ‘Good morning, guys, what are you. She had also experienced being made love to and not used as a receptacle for sperm. She was blissfully happy and, for the first time in her life, felt fulfilled.Then her heart sank. In less than two hours Richard had changed her outlook on life. He'd shown her consideration and affection and now she was his: lock, stock and barrel. But she couldn't be. She'd told him that there was no ulterior motive and that she was there purely to provide sex as a therapy. And then he'd treated her like he. “Oh, yeah, sorry,” said Tracy, sitting down with a full glass of wine. “I thought you’d really like her, all tall and big like you, and a blonde bombshell, right? She was trying to be nice, kind of for me, you know? A real special favor. But she really doesn’t like getting fucked by men. And then you came inside her. It’s weird but she really hates that, says its painful. Totally different from me. I mean, a guy having an orgasm inside me is a really special feeling, like when the guy’s cock. She reached across, took my hand and placed it on the top of her thigh. Underneath my palm I could feel a hard cylinder about an inch in diameter and as I moved my hand along it I guessed it was about six or seven inches long. She told you about that! What was she thinking? Some things are supposed to be private! In her defence a good deal of wine had been taken and, after the other weekend, I shouldnt think wed have any secrets. Yes, you have a point, but if anyone else heard… Dont worry it.