Should I get you a bib?" I turned to find Carol, my wife of fifteen years. "It's obvious that you want a taste of that" she said, "Why don't you take ...a chance - try your luck?"I grinned at her and said, "Oh no, you have to be first."Carol and I have a unique relationship. It is totally open and each of us has given the other permission to step outside the bonds of holy matrimony, only neither of us ever had. Carol is a walking wet dream and she has men goggle eyed wherever she goes. She's had. Alex is at least one head taller than I am and very athletic and his cock is quite big too (at least 20cm I think). When he guided it into your pussy, you made a cute little gasp.Watching it move deeper and deeper into your tight little vagina was a pleasure, making my cock even harder. After a few slow moves, you started riding Alex faster and faster, moaning in a cute sexy voice, and I could hear a slight splashing sound every time his cock entered your wet pussy again. That was almost too. Even on that second day hedidn't notice the looks that his graceful, almost balletic movementscaused among the other customers. Well, he might have noticed, but itreally didn't concern him. What he did notice were the women around him.Whereas before his adventure as Merry the elf his looks were of longingfor that which would never be his, now his looks were admiring, but ofwomen's clothes, their hair, their makeup. The women in the coffee shopsensed that his looks were anything but threatening.. Desire, if she had really been in her room, had vanished. She lay on a soaking wet sheet. Melissa shook her head. She shook it as if to clear her mind. The dreams though, those powerful images were imprinted. By the Goddess of Love, she thought. Did I climax so many times while dreaming? She wasn't surprised though, and it had been real enough inside her head. Melissa looked at the box, recalling Desire's words in the dream, hardly daring to think, but she knew she would open it again. Desire's.