"I know what you want, Sandra: Bastion told you what I could do; you believe him, but you want me to prove it. Like being here now – in your dream �...�� isn't proof enough. Okay, how about this... ?"Just like that, we were sitting by the pool: she in a lounge chair, wearing a bathing suit and a big floppy straw hat to keep the sun off of her face; me in the water, looking up at her. The scene changed again, and we were in the basement room she had taken Rebecca to when she brought her in to ask her. I could feel her heat up, a flush spreading across her little body as she wiggled and squirmed, dancing with pleasure on my lap. My fingertips caressed and controlled this writhing little sexual creature on my lap until she grabbed my hand and pressed down while I felt her nub pulse rapidly, Ronnie sighed and her knees quivered; she moaned and giggled. Wet squishy sounds emanated from between her legs as I touched her tenderly and explored the very slippery folds of her small pussy. Bringing my. She moaned slightly, and then again. He rhythmically fondled my wife until her legs started to get weak.“Kiss me, Prem,” she spoke with a sultry voice that I had never before had the pleasure of hearing. “I want you lover. I am all yours.” He turned her around and continued groping and kissing her as she leaned against the wall, her face flush with desire. She got down on her knees. She looked up at Prem with a naughty grin as she pulled his briefs down. His penis rose to attention as my wife. If you’re lucky, he will come in your mouth. Swallow as much of it as you can. You’ll get to like the taste!”“He will want to lick your vagina, so make sure you’re clean there. That’s something else you will love. Your dad’s tongue knows just the right spot to give you pleasure.”“But hey, I think its about time you go get ready. We can’t talk about this all day. Your father will be waiting. Put on a little makeup, maybe a dab of perfume here and there, but don’t overdo it. Wear that bra and.