I had heard from her while I was away, the occasional email from her secret account with some nice photos of her in lingerie with ‘something’ miss...ing from them. But after a while, the distance was too much and we then hadn’t spoken in 4 years.Once I returned I was told that some friends had organised a party to welcome me home at my parents' house, I spent most of the day with my family and went to get ready before everyone arrived.The party was as I expected, loud, fun and plenty of alcohol, I. I then placed next to her, never leaving her hole the whole time. She moaned and kissed me again, where I then held her smiling as we both fell asleep. Don't you just love dreams? It was romantic, well some consider it romantic. I am always truthful about things to her, so one day, I nervously told her the dream. She said she was flattered, and apparently in a fit to try to get me off, she was heavily describing what she was doing. You see, we have a long distance relationship and chat a lot,. She moaned as I wrapped my lips about the tip and sucked."Wonderful!" groaned Xera. Her fingers ran through my hair. They were long and slim, brushing my scalp. I shivered as I sucked, my pussy growing wet.As I bobbed my mouth and stroked her shaft with my left hand, my right drifted down my body. I rubbed my bare stomach and brushed the top of my chainmail loincloth. I dipped beneath the metal to rub at my hot pussy lips.I sighed around Xera's cock as I stroked my pussy lips. My mouth and. I try to show men that women truly are the real sexual a****ls during copulation and in fact any sex act, we are the ones who make your cocks shoot for us, even the vile acidic tasting chlorine smelling gump, you call cum, is eagerly devoured by us, during blow-jobs or after pulling out from an anal encounter, how many men would do that for us?This is a story all made up in my pretty little female mind, of things that turn me on, segments of things I wank myself off too, i****t, buggery, ****,.