I give the same attention to her other nipple. My hands are stroking her sides finding their own way down to her ass. I pull her closer and realize sh... isn't wearing any panties. I look up and all I can see is her silhouette in the moonlight -- just a vision of beauty. I stop sucking on her nipples and move both my hands up her back. With my weight, I push her back slightly so that I could plant baby kisses down her cleavage. Then I use my tongue and draw an imaginary line up her cleavage,. My husband and I fucked like rabbits those three days. I lost count of the number of times he came in me. A week before we went in for some tests with a fertility doctor. Just to make sure there wasn't an issue with one of us that would prevent conception. The test results had not come back yet. It was Friday and I was at work. It was a warm spring day in Texas. I was wearing a flowery sundress. It had a scooped neck and I was showing plenty of cleavage. I have 36E boobs and they get a lot of. It began with the dreams. Strange dreams.11/14/---aI had a dream about sex this morning. A prisoner, I was supposed to be afraid of the “general” who would kill me if I didn’t do something. Instead I found myself enjoying it even though it was short. I wasn’t given a closed room it was in a small shadow of a cloth wall on the outside.At the time, I had been reading the Diary of Anne Frank for school. Between that and watching reruns of Hogan's Heroes, somehow my brain set me as a prisoner in a. ‘…apple betty…’ ‘Ah, shit.’ John looked at them. ‘Brought some friends, have you, Will? Where’s your sheets? Forgot the cross, huh?’ The others looked around, nervously. They expected him to be afraid and he wasn’t. ‘There’s some stuff we don’t like about you and those nigger women you got in the house. That Ewart bastard, he seems mighty interested in that bookkeeper of his. ‘Where is he, anyway?’ John dropped his cigarette and stepped away from the dark porch, silently cursing his decision.