. It wasn't anything big so I didn't think about it as I went back downstairs into the bed room. I resumed my place near the door and let my mind wander as I stared at the top buttons on a very busty girl who was caught in the older boys romantic tale. I concentrated on what it would be like to pop the button of her shirt and get a peak of her covered up cleavage. As I did I noticed the fabric under the button being pulled just like I was imagining. I focused on pulling it harder and the button. Her tongue swirled. It was so sweet. Her brown hair fell about her beautiful face. She looked so beautiful. One last time, one last chance to enjoy my wife, to find solace in her embrace.My hand reached out, stroking her hair. She smiled. Her lips slid over the tip of my cock. She sucked. “Saoria,” I groaned.It was a dream. A sweet dream. I could enjoy this. For a bit.“I'm so sorry, Thrak.”The words drifted to me. Faoril. In pain. Choked with emotion, calling for me. She was still alive. My.Read More
