While Margo and Mae were supportive and enthusiastic about their daughters’ games, they didn’t go to every one.“Daddy, can we drive over alone t...is time?” Kait was asking about the trip to the third volleyball game of the season.“I guess, why?”“Because I want to go to the North Woods Mall and do some shopping but don’t really want to drag Sally and Zac along.” Separate travel arrangements were made, Kait and I left, Margo stayed on the island. We expected to come home late so my wife kissed me. 10 minutes turned into an hour, and talk turned from sex, to jobs, to interests and then back to sex again. He seemed like a great guy and we exchanged email addresses. In the days to follow, we talked and expressed feelings and desires. We even sent each other our pictures. When Santiago suggested we meet, I was hesitant, against it even. While it was fine and even fun to share things online, in person was out of the question. He wore me down though, after all, he was really cool. When he said. " Again the flash in her eyes. "Phil--" she said. "What?" I said. "All right," she said then. "Damn you, all right." This time I pulled her to me and I could feel her breasts against me as her mouth met mine. Her lips opened and her tongue moved into my mouth. I sucked on it and brushed it with my own and I felt myself losing control. I raised my hands to her hair and clutched at it, holding her mouth to mine and groaning into it as I shot everything that was in me. It was too lurid. In that dream, Marge had Kat tied spread eagle between two poles. Nipple clamps were pinching her tender little buds. And Marge alternated between whipping her and pushing a huge dildo deep inside her.“Dreams are so hard to remember,” said Kathleen safely.Marge pinched the two nipples, eliciting a squeal. “Hey!” complained Kat.“Think,” commanded Marge.“Okay. Thinking.” Kat wracked her brain trying to come up with something. Finally, she decided on a partial truth. “In my most.