She seemed indifferent that her breasts - clad only in the lace bra - were only inches from my face. "I am SO sorry this happened...I feel awful," she... said. "My gosh, I'm a 38 year old woman...you'd think I'd be more functional." I laughed and told her it wasn't a big deal, and not to worry. She told me she had been self-sufficient for the past year and a half during the separation from her husband, but at times, she screwed up. We talked for quite some time, had a couple of ice-cold beers, and. Should I use the word? How much could I take? But very soon the slaps took on an erotic pleasure of their own. In my mind I deserved this for being such a dirty slut. Then I felt fingers pulling me apart again as he spread my lips and cheeks. He licked from my clit to ass while holding me so wide I thought I would tear. My whole sex was on fire after the beating he had dished out. But he wouldn’t enter me, as much as I begged for my pussy to be filled. He just licked and slapped alternating. ...She had short brown hair and the loveliest hazel eyes. She had aperpetual redness to her cheeks. She almost looked like a grown up doll.With her small nose and sexy lips, she was many a guy's wet dream. Andshe was just as curvaceous as me!We lock eyes into each other as she came closer to me. She was my oldcollege girl friend, Paula. She's been living with me and my boyfriend.She even fucked him too. But I forgave her. We're best friends and we'veshared everything. From finals papers to. We were going someplace as a group to see an event but did not know what it was and could not find the door or exit to go out, we were like trapped but free at the same time, just had to find the path to our future. Then a door in the wall opened and I woke up.I felt my cock hard as a rock, pressed against the bed, throbbing with my dream, I wanted to see what was past the door, where would it lead. I willed myself back to sleep, came back into my dream only this time heading down some hallway.