As I clean the spilled soda, she takes advantage of the situation lowering her clasp on me and started fondling my cock.Vicky, my now ex wife sister, ...has always tease and tried to seduce me. It didn’t matter if Karen seen it or not. I asked Vicky why she was not playing golf with Karen and her hubby Jerry. I never could get into the game. She replied that she wasn’t up to it, she twisted her ankle the day prior and it was swollen some, she didn’t want to irritate it more. She was still fondling. She examined my growing tool and gave it some caresses and a brief suck. Then she turned around, dropped her panties, flipped up her skirt, and bent over the desk. No romance here, that’s for sure.She ordered, “Rub me and get me wet!”Her black crotch hair was well trimmed and her inner labia projected invitingly. I’d want to taste that in the future. She lubricated quickly and stated, “I’m ready!”Damn it felt good. This was the first pussy in way more than a year. I followed her instructions. You imagined you were back on the beach.’ ‘I had another glass of wine. And for some strange reason, imagined that I was on a beach somewhere. I put a large beach towel on the top of our queen size bed, and imagined that I was getting some sun.’ ‘In your imagination, was anyone else with you on the beach?’ ‘No, the beach was deserted. But I wished you were there with me, to enjoy the sun.’ That’s progress, Morgan thought to himself. ‘So now you’re on a deserted beach, on a tropical island. Did. I’ve never tried to write down my memory of a dream, but I had to write to you about this one. I never wondered before about the origin or meaning of my dreams, even though I know that some people put a lot of effort into explaining dreams and finding their message. This dream was different. I had to give it some serious thought. I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved doing it, because it was a dream about you. Some of the symbolism in this dream is obvious. The cafe table and the cups of coffee are.