As I licked and sucked her sloppy pussy, she came again and ground down on my mouth even harder. Her orgasm triggered another release of cum into my o...pen mouth. As soon as she calmed, she lifted off me, climbed out of bead and headed toward the bathroom. I then heard the shower running. Feeling very satiated, yet also wondering about her choice of words, as well as her recent level of sexual desire, I decided to follow her into the shower. Once inside the steamy shower, I caressed her and. “Damn you were right… the signal here is shit!” “It is” he said smiling over at me. Then he started laughing. “So I believe you’ve got something you want to show me?” “Oh yeah” I said going into my bag and bringing them out to show him. “They’re a bit bigger than I thought they would be” he admitted. “Yeah they are a bit but go in nice and easily” I said going to put them back in my bag, wondering how I was supposed to put them in… I could go over to the arcade over the other side of the. It surges up to my face, I can feel it swelling from my heart, pounding down my arteries and into my now shaking hands. I mean, I could barely f**king speak. But in the interests of scientific observation and note-taking pending further perusal, this is she: 5’4” or about there. I’m so bad with judging height. Blonde hair – exactly like in the dream. Beautiful, even, lightly tanned skin – exactly like the dream. Cream halter-top, light blue denim miniskirt – like the dream. White tennis shoes. In his fantasies she would be his - helpless and vulnerable and beautiful. He could do whatever he wanted to her. One particular night as he began his nightly show, he looked up and she was getting spanked right there in her kitchen as she washed dishes. A large well-built man yanked her light pink panties up the crack of her ass and spanked her round beautiful tan cheeks. John stayed in the dark so they wouldn’t notice him watching. It seemed like the man was yelling at her as he slapped her.