He then took me to the master bedroom with its super king size bed (It was fucking huge) " you could sleep three on that quiet comfortably' do you wan...na try it", he said. Pete took his boots off and jumped onto the bed, he laid on his side with his head resting on his hand, "Cmon and join me, and take those cloths off, you wont be needing those", he said with a big grin on his face", I stripped off as he watched and played with his cock, I jumped on the bed and laid opposites him, we talked for. It was with some surprise and considerable envy that he heard that his friend, and brother of his Head Wife, Ghada Baroud had been called to the Golden Palace, reportedly to meet privately with the Emir. Ramzy El-Najjar was entirely at a loss to know why his friend had been singled out for such an honour. Later that day he was utterly astonished to be called to the Golden Palace himself, though only to see Kamal Qumsiyeh, the Head of Protocol to the Emir. Still the Head of Protocol could,. She gasped as, in one smooth move, he wrapped an arm around her, lifted her knee with the other, and moved in close, pressing his body against hers. He lifted her slightly, and suddenly I felt the tip of his cock against me, push against my shaft. I shivered, my wife moaning at the sensation. He shifted and placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy, still wet from my earlier onslaught. He looked up at her with a smile."Please" she begged.He let go. She slid down both our lengths, held up by. But suddenly I was noticing subtle changes in the fantasy. At first it was little things like changes in my clothing, but the more I thought about it the more aware I was that in this fantasy I was slowly becoming more and more like her, and she was starting to look more and more like me, until finally I was the one guiding a boy around the school, I was the one giggling, I was the one stripping, and I was the one on my knees.At first, I was scared of this fantasy. I would push it away and try.