A few feet farther, he finds another step. His companion continues to glide next to him. He mimics her walk and breathes in time with her breaths. The...y rise, step after step, though seeming to get no higher.“These are the steps of my dreams? The Northern Steps? Where are we?”“We are still here, where you have always been.”“I’ve had this dream before.”“This dream?”“You were never there before. I don’t know you.”He looks ahead as the steps draw closer together, steeper. A brilliant flaring of. I accidentally bite her lower lip, she recoils slightly but not fully as she enjoys the warmth. I pull her head backwards so I can look into her eyes. I unbuckle my belt with ease and lower my jeans. I aim her head downward so she can see how aroused she has made me. She reaches out and grabs a hold of my twitching erect cock. "Get on your knees." I grunt through gritted teeth. Sexual urges have taken control completely, I'm using this classy, mature woman like she is nothing but a fuckdoll. “Yes,” said Rhonda.“Don’t move,” Bob told her.He got out his box of tissues and cleaned up the mess he made. “Okay.”All three lay back on the bed, Rhonda in the middle. Theresa shifted onto her side. “I’m not interested in anyone’s cock except yours,” she said to Rhonda.“Are you absolutely sure?”“Absolutely.”“I know, Terry. I’m not worried. I just like hearing it. I trust Bob. He knows I prefer not having anything inside me.”“And he knows I do?”“Sorry. We get pretty graphic with our. I pinch Anne’s nipple hard this time causing her to moan out which made James turn and see my hand down Anne’s blouse playing with her tit. He opens his mouth to protest, I tell him to shut the fuck up and turn back around and watch his son receive a proper blow job. Just as I thought, James was a submissive guy and knowing that his wife, Anne was getting a tit message, he did nothing more than a small protest. No wonder that his smart kid was able to get Anne to blow him every morning. Now.