“Go find Josh. He's probably napping in his stall,” George said as he returned to his books.“Josh's tired ol' nigger, Masta George. Whyn't masta... fuck Liza?”“I have work to do Liza. You go find Josh,” he said without looking up from his work.“Masta George, Josh'll say he tired. He won't fuck Liza,” she whined with tear welling up in her eyes.“Liza, you go tell Josh that he has to fuck you until you are satisfied or I will lash one of your younguns,” George insisted.“Oh no Masta Geroge, don't. Ik wordt wakker van je hand over mijn penis en voel je borst tegen mij aan. Aan je lijf voel ik dat je meer wil en ik beantwoord dat met een tongzoen. ik voel richting je kruis en merk dat je zeker niet volledig bevredigt bent. Ik begin je langzaam te vingeren en je doet je benen uit elkaar zonder mijn penis los te laten. Zacht wrijvend en af en toe penetrerend geniet je van mijn vingers. Je aarsje voelt nog wat glibberig als ik die met mijn pink verken. Ik ga je niet vastleggen besluit ik om. Well, I wasn't about to let this moment go. I figured at this point that I had nothing to lose and Michelle didn't seem to mind. I moved in slowly and lay my cock on her slit and moved it back and forth gently rubbing her outer lips and clit with the full length of my cock. Her mouth parted slightly and her hips started to move again. After a few strokes, I could take no more. I gently pushed the head of my cock into her and parted her dripping snatch. I pushed slowly so that I could stop. As the steaming spray of water beat down on her back, Allison recalled the events from last night. The sensations she experienced in the dream were so realistic, the mere thought of it made her shiver. But why in the world was she having such an explicit dream about her roommate's boyfriend? Sure, she saw them get it on, and yeah, he had put the moves on her in psych class once, but still... it seemed so wrong!Allison's hands roamed her body, leaving a soapy trail in their wake. But it wasn't.