I sat there thinking as I heard my husband return to his sleep. What had caused me to dream something like this anyway? Nothing even remotely like thi...s had ever happened to me, yet it was me in the dream. I’m a thirty four year old house wife, nothing fancy, just a typical five-foot five inch tall 34b 25w 35h, brown haired house wife, named Sally Bergman married to Paul Bergman. He’s thirty seven years old, five eight tall, a plain guy who works hard to make us a good home. We live in a nice. Ali moaned sweetly and her legs buckled a bit before she regained a little composure.As I continued to lick, my slightly curled fingers slowly started to fuck her, catching her G-spot every time they went in and out. My tongue and fingers were moving in unison with her hips. She thrust and my fingers went deep. Her legs began to shake as I increased the pressure and tempo of my fingers and tongue.Her juices began to run down my wrist as I started to accelerate, going deeper and harder with. I went straight to my bedroom and spotted clothes in a pile on the floor at the foot of my bed. I hadn’t left mine there. Thanks to Katrina, I was in the habit of leaving my clothes in the hamper in the bathroom. Besides, these were women’s clothes. I stepped further into the bedroom and someone was curled up under the covers, her near-blonde hair was all I could see of her.The hair was too dark to be Faith’s, and I didn’t know anyone who would so boldly climb into my bed other than my girls. I. " "alright." She went upstairs and changed into something more provocative. When she came back she was wrapped in a blanket. "come help me with this." I went and took her hand and helped her down the stairs. With each step she took the blanket started to slip a little bit at a time. When we got to the sofa the blanket was on the stairs. She had a nice set of tits. Big round with perky nipples. Her pussy was well shaven. It was obvious that age and gravity hadn't caught up with her yet."what do.