Her eyes shift from my cock down to her pussy. Then, as she glances up, her fiery eyes connect with mine, and she bites her bottom lip and lets a pain...ed expression flit across her face. “She wants me” I say in my dream. She nods in response, already privy to my every thought and whim. I step forward, and pull her hips close to mine. In reality, my hand becomes a blur sliding up and down my engorged cock, while in my mind I press myself deep into the folds of her pussy, and everything else. She looked down at her hands and then glanced nervously up at him through her eyelashes. "I umm ... told her about how we used to stroke each other's backs when we were kids. Hope you don't mind."Mark shook his head. "Nothing to mind about. It was innocent fun. Nice fun too," he added with a gentle smile. "What was her reaction?" She said, 'You weren't the first, darling, I promise you.' and I blurted out, 'You and Uncle Bob?' And she nodded."Serena looked down at her hands again."Go on," said. She just ly still with her eyes closed and her arm hiding them from me. I pulled away from her and took a second to look at her open wet pussy. God it looked hot. I then grabbed her hips and began to flip her over. She looked at me surprised and with a look like she just woke up.She asked me what I was doing as she got up on her knees. She got up on all fours with out me even saying anything. She then started to tell me once again, "Wait wait. We can't do this. We have to stop." But just looked. It had been bad enough when she had first seen Timmy in hispowder blue Krissy shirt with a large doe-eyed picture of Krissy onthe front. Virtually every girl in the theater had a Krissy shirt,about half divided between pink and blue and she had to admit toherself that she was lucky he had chosen the blue shirt. She hoped itmeant something, but she doubted it. The only lucky thing thus far wasthat Timmy's dad hadn't been home to see him when they departed."He's the only boy here," Timmy's mom.