Her eyes were blue and her lips a light shade of red. She seemed to have little or no makeup on. By this time I had been dreaming of the lady for two ...or three years. Though I was no longer a teenager, I still awoke with an erection. Oddly enough, even though very stimulated by this dream, I never had a wet dream about her.There was never any pattern to the dream. It came at irregular intervals. I might have it two nights in a row and then not have it again for weeks. It seemed that whenever I. ” Samantha said quietly.....his hands were working her hips again..... He leaned in.....”I don't give a fuck if it hurts Sam. You're getting your ass reamed whether it hurts or not.” he whispered back. His hands moving towards her stomach, then up to squeeze her breasts as best he could (they were pinned beneath her)....then heading back to grab her hips again. “Please, not so hard, not so deep....” she cried, very softly.... “Fuck that.” He whispered very very softly in her ear.... But no such thing happened. Dad came home, they ate dinner, cleaned up, everything normal. He had no idea what to say to her, but he gave her chances to talk to him if she wanted to. But she acted as if it never happened.He went to a friend's house for the evening, returning after everyone was in bed. He had gotten his mind off the morning's events for a while, but now laying in bed they began replaying once again. He quickly got another erection that just wouldn't go away, but he resisted the. Nick took her by the arm and pulled her to him. Jill gave me a quick look and I nodded my head yes. Nick leaned down and they kissed hard. Nick ran his hand under the front of her short skirt and between her legs. Jill lifted one leg and spread them as Nick's hand slipped on to her mound and a finger slipped between her pussy lips and rubbed her clit. Jill moaned and kissed his black lips long and hard. "My husband is out of town over night. I'm glad you guys could come over and visit.