Go with the flow, enjoy it.I knelt on the floor and slowly extended my hand, palm down, to the dog. "Sammy. Come here girl! That's a good dog!" Whethe...r she'd recognize the scent of my 20-year-older body was one thing, but I was confident she'd know the inflection in my voice. Tentatively her tail began to wag as she sniffed my hand. Then, convinced, she launched into her trademark frantic greeting, bounding up and down, licking everywhere. Being with her again filled me with a warm glow, a. Jane married a very conservative man as well who essentially wanted missionary sex twice a week.Jane and I had an online affair for 3 months and in those three months we explored our wildest sexual fantasies online. I guess we thought we would never meet so we let ourselves go online. I used to write Jane emails beginning a fantasy and ask her to finish them. Boy, did she ever finish them. One of my fantasies was to be Dominate over Jane and make her do slutty things. One fantasy I began was. This was so different than anything I'd ever experienced. He was a born lover and his smooth skin was a pleasure to touch. I think at that moment I loved him.I glanced down and saw his big dark dick, all shiny and manly and wanted nothing more than to be used by him, to become his helpless fuck-slave, to let him do anything he wanted to me. God, this sexy black man turned me on. Even the thought of his shiny black skin next to mine set me on fire; I wanted him to rub himself against me, and to. But in a nice way. A very nice way. She was in her early twenties. Glamorous doll face. Wide smile. Deep blue eyes. Pouty, full lips painted bright cherry red. Spectacular body. Busty. Leggy. 5’10” tall. 38DD-24-38. Big braless breasts swinging and bouncing as she walked. Thick, wavy, platinum blonde hair. Like Marilyn Monroe. Wearing a bright red, stretch lycra, micro minidress with a deep V-neckline, spaghetti straps, and a plunging open back. So short that it barely covered her tight buns in.